Thursday, September 24, 2009
Gayed Secrets
Of all secrets, the ones I hate the most are secret recipes. Like anyone could give a flying fuck about them! "Oh no, Philomena, I can't give you the recipe for my fudge, it's a family secret". It is not a secret though, is it? A secret would be if you could make fudge out of hay. The fact is, that Philomena's recipe will be a minor variation on sugar, butter, condensed milk, syrup and vanilla. Yawny, cunty, hole.
But I can almost forgive those old crones making the song and dance about their cooking. It's something to do, while their spines crumble and the grave approaches. What I can't fucking forgive is companies, who have a lot of money and make boring things, being all secretive about what it is that they make. Heinz, for example only allow a handful of people to know their recipes for the various tinned and bottled things that they make. What happens to the indoctrinated people if they tell anyone? Do they get shot? Jesus!
Having secret recipes does not even deter competitors - there are millions of other companies making baked beans and ketchup and selling masses of the stuff, without needing to bleat on "secret" this and "secret" that, and they taste enough like the real thing to be OK enough that you'd buy them, but not so good that they can charge quite as much as the original. Heinz should just think to themselves: "Imitation is the highest flattery", and then just get on with inventing more things to put inside metal tubes. And if the competitors did get hold of the recipe, what would actually happen? Would Heinz go bust? I don't think so. People like the Heinz labels and the thought of the beans, or whatever, just as much as the taste - they'd still buy their stuff.
On a more personal level, as someone who loves Heinz baked beans, I can tell you for free, that if one of the Keepers of the Heinz Secret sidled up to me and said "Noreen, this, this recipe here, this is how you make Heinz baked beans. Do you see? It's got a pinch of cinnamon in it, a fucking pinch of cinnamon and that, that, Noreen, that is the difference between the Heinz baked bean and the Tesco's value one". Do you know what I would say? I would say: "I really can't imagine ever being arsed to boil dried white beans and piss around with all those sugars and tomatoes and whatnot, in order to recreate what I can just go out and buy and get from a green can, or a close approximation in a different coloured can. Thank you for the secret recipe, but I won't be making it myself". So just stop having secrets and carry on boiling pulses and pounding tomatoes and whipping eggs. Thank you.
Noreen
Probably the sauce which I suspect is made of almost gone off stuff.
No, they get all 57 varieties rammed up their hoop on the end of a stick.
Twenty? There's no 'almost' in it...
Word Verification: Clanta, the spray that makes your hole go Ho Ho Ho.
As someone who loves Heinz baked beans, you fart through the night, inflate me until I stretch at the seams and nearly float off the fucking ground, and then wonder why you can't get me back into my bag. Put a cork in it next time, for mercy's sake.
So, I must question Noreen's assertion that their appeal (and here I am making the assumption that the product is the same in the UK as it is here in Canada) is solely based on their 'branding'. I have tried other canned "no-name" versions of baked beans like No Frills, No Name, and the like, and find them distinctly inferior.
I also heartly recommend Heinz' "French--Canadian Style Baked Beans" (not sure if they are available outside Canada).
The secret ingredient is listed in the ingredients label (mandatory in Canada):
Maple Sugar Syrup!
No glucose/fructose there, thank you very much, just the blood of young maple trees!
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