An Aha Moment With A Nut In The South
I just wasn’t that into them. Before living in South Carolina, I lived in Alabama, before Alabama, Iowa, before Iowa, Canada, before that, never mind. Just know that I ate boiled peanuts before moving to the southern USA. Though I may have eaten them before, my first memory was of having them in Georgia, near former President Jimmy Carter’s hometown and that peanut farm that was given up so that there would be no conflicts of interest. Anyway, I remember thinking meh. It could have been the timing, boiled peanuts need to be fresh, not dried. So, there is that.
Over the years, I have seen the billboards across the South, I have stopped at those gas stations and roadside stands, the one’s with those crockpots full of steaming peanuts and always curious, I tried them again and again.
Overall, I was convinced there were more bad boiled peanuts in this world than good ones. But then, I happened to have dinner with a few co-workers at one of my favorite spots in town and was able to try an appetizer order.
Aha. The moral of the story, don’t give up on boiled peanuts, or something like that.
You can read more about boiled peanuts here.
An Epicurious read and a recipe from a displaced South Carolinian.
What’s up Meg?
I’m on a South Carolina food journey to chow down at the best restaurant in each of the 46 counties while seeking the Top 100 Food Dishes To Eat In South Carolina While Alive, Or, Before Dead, Whichever Comes First.