Interesting Luxury Cars time forgot:
My dad wasn’t always a
minister. He was raised in North Georgia
on a farm. He was the oldest of 13 kids.
When he and mama married he took a share cropping farm. He wanted
to raise Peanuts instead of Corn. The owner warned him, Corn will pay us more,
but you are doing the work. I hope you
get enough crop to pay the cost.
Dad said that year he
had the best peanut crop of any farm around. He raised a train car load of
peanuts. He always said he must have been fortunate to accidentally do crop
This came up because I too love peanuts. I like ‘em wet, just out
of the ground. I like ‘em dried and raw, I love ‘em parched even boiled. I
bought some parched p-nuts in a bag so I could sit on the patio and crack and eat
them. If you do this you KNOW it is messy. Just a little while ago I looked
down at my lap and I was a mess. All I had to do was go to the grass and dust everything
off, no problem.
My mama cleaned up
after us when we parched them in the fireplace, cracked, ate and listened to
stories from mama and daddy. WE even did
this back down in Georgia at GGrandpa Hilly’s home and listened to his tales.
Funny what a messy lap can
conjure up. I do like these cold peanuts, but they are NOT the same as ones
just parched & hot.