If you have followed my blog, then you know that my grandparents were peanut farmers in Statesboro, Georgia, so it was bred in me early on to have a love for the legume, especially boiled. As a child living in Charleston, my family would pack up on the weekends to visit my grandparents. I have the greatest memories of walking into their farmhouse to the aroma of fresh peanuts boiling on the stove, so earthy yet sweet, and my mother shelling fresh peas tossing the shells out of the station wagon window all the way home. Boiled peanuts are an iconic road side staple in the South. My husband, God bless him, puts up with me screaming, "STOOOOOPPPP!", each time I see them being sold in some shack or shiny trailer that we happen to pass by. I need one of those stickers that says, "I Brake For Boiled Peanuts." It is not difficult to boil peanuts. You just have to buy them at the right time of the year, usually May through November with my preference being early ...













