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