Day 1 of my very first blog.
I'm a southerner, born & raised. I've been eating boiled peanuts, watermelon, grits, hushpuppies and cornbread dressing for as long as I can remember. I probably broke in my first baby teeth on hot boiled peanuts. I count amongst some of my first smell memories the indescribable aroma of peanuts & heavily salted water simmering on the stove. Thankfully, I can re-live this revery as often as I like, when the green peanuts are in season. And I do.
Give me a bowl of boiled peanuts & I can not for the life of me stop eating until my fingers are as wrinkled as prunes & coated with more salt than folks use in a week. The only problem is that I like to knit & crochet. A LOT. And I can't do both at the same time.
Some people can't stand boiled peanuts, even southern people.
I had a boyfriend when I was in high school who not only disliked boiled peanuts, that I had built up as one of the best treats ever, but he spit it out & proceeded to make quite a show of wiping his tongue off with a paper towel. We were all speechless. I suppose I don't need to tell you that he wasn't from around here, right?
Believe it or not I have a husband who doesn't like boiled peanuts at all, but I married him anyway. I'm trying to remember if I knew about his aversion to boiled peanuts before we said "I do". My dog doesn't like them either but my children do. At least they turned out o.k.
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