Times are grim and probably getting grimmer. Our pockets are pinching and all is effected. We now no longer go to the pub on anything like the same scale and our forays to eateries have slipped into decline. Our mediocre money levels are sadly siphoned away by exploding garantuan gas bills, humumgously horrible electric bills, and dastardly villainous rises at the fuel pump.To drive to the restaurant of your choice now costs more than the meal. We squeel in pain.
"...I'm squeeling in pain!" said man in the street.
But all is not lost. No sir! We are being saved by a rise in the consumption of the humble baked bean. Yes us Brits know when our goose is cooked..what do we do? Well we dig in deep and the war mentality leaps back to the fore. We fly the flag!
This over elaborate intro is by way of telling everybody that the sales of Baked Beans have leapt up 12% since the start of the year. Yes indeed we know how to beat the recession, and yes indeed we are guzzling the gruesome bean in alarming quantities. We are battening down the hatches, eschewing the sirloin and the sambuca, and wallowingly wolfing in the baked bean and the cuppa tay!
Well...its cheap isnt it and with a bit o luck will keeps the kids full for an hour or two. It seems there are nutrients aplenty contained therein too....so what more do you want. Get out there and get yer beans!
Any rumours that they have a severe effect on internal combustion have been greatly exagerated!