When we moved from down south to the Rocky Mountains, I had no idea how much I would miss all my favorite Southern Fare.
After a few months of not having, not seeing and not living it (being that it is practically on every other street corner, much like our coffee shops here)
...it became a NEED, a WANT, a MUST HAVE.
I absolutely love it and will take the time it takes to make these here (down south it takes only hours to boil peanuts, but up here - where we have hard water and are at a higher altitude it can take a day or 2 to cook properly).
Don't turn your nose up at'em until you have tried'em,
the caviar of the South.
*you don't eat the shell, the shell merely holds in the flavor of the salt water.
You pop the top (non root end) and suck out the salt water, then you open the shell completely and eat the nut (or bean, depending on whom you speak to).
After a few months of not having, not seeing and not living it (being that it is practically on every other street corner, much like our coffee shops here)
...it became a NEED, a WANT, a MUST HAVE.
I absolutely love it and will take the time it takes to make these here (down south it takes only hours to boil peanuts, but up here - where we have hard water and are at a higher altitude it can take a day or 2 to cook properly).
Don't turn your nose up at'em until you have tried'em,
the caviar of the South.
*you don't eat the shell, the shell merely holds in the flavor of the salt water.
You pop the top (non root end) and suck out the salt water, then you open the shell completely and eat the nut (or bean, depending on whom you speak to).
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