Where they crazy or what? These boiled peanuts must be out of this world for someone to cook them in 97 degree heat and eat them warm. So, with a determined voice I said, boiled peanuts please. As she handed me the hot peanuts, and John handed her the three dollars, I wondered what made me do this. Curiosity killed the cat. I think eating these might be mine.
As I set them down on the floor of the car, under my feet I could feel the heat. Really, they eat these. It was time. If I was to buy them I would at least try them. And guess what? They are salty, soggy, peanuts. Not bad, but not sure why? I guess that will have to stay a mystery.
As for today, my peanuts are resting comfortable in the fridge waiting for me. The jury is still out on who is going to eat them.
Happy Sunday and God Bless
Carol