Caviar of the South, Boiled Peanuts

Everyone in the South knows that summer not only means homegrown tomatoes and other yummy garden freshness, but also New Crop peanuts!

Now I don't claim to know a lot about peanuts, but I do know that the only good boiled peanut begins as a GREEN, or raw, peanut.  You can buy raw peanuts throughout the year, but if they aren't moist and fresh out of the ground, it will take forever to cook them to the desired consistency that a boiled peanut must be to "pass the test". 

Now if you're expecting crunchy goodness like a roasted peanut, you're going to be disappointed, or pleasantly surprised when you crack open a boiled peanut.  Think more along the lines of butter beans.  After all, peanuts are in the legume family!

My whole family likes boiled peanuts.  They're great as a snack, breakfast, lunch or dinner!  And there is a distinct way of eating the morsels, according to them.  First you put the whole thing in your mouth, sucking out all the salty brine, then you crack the shell either with your teeth or with your fingers.  Next you get to pluck out the nuts, eating them one by one, or by dumping them into your mouth from the shell, all while looking into the bowl for the next peanut victim of your addiction.  (but no one was willing to let me capture the experience on camera!)

The other very important fact about boiled peanuts is the distinct Southern pronunciation of this delicacy.  The word "boiled" is a difficult word to pronounce to begin with, therefore, we Southerners have made it easy by just letting the word literally roll out of our mouths:  "bowl"; "bole"; or "bol".  This sounds so much better than the literal way of pronoucing the word the way it's spelled!

So, go on out and buy yourself a couple pounds, and enjoy some "Southern Bole Peanuts", y'all!



find "green" peanuts in your favorite grocery store; load at least 2 pounds of
these babies in a bag





bring 'em home, and give them a good rinse in your kitchen sink






measure out 1/2 cup salt and...

 

... 4 Tablespoons Old Bay Seasoning



toss the salt, Old Bay, and peanuts in a stock pot;
fill pot with enough water to make peanuts float...full but not overflowing



bring water to a boil; lower heat to medium high and cover;
set timer for 1 hour.



at the end of the hour, check your water level and add more water if needed.
Also do a taste test on a couple nuts. If they're still crunchy, they still need to cook.
Set the timer for 1 hour, and repeat this step until the nuts are a soft, meaty consistency.
2 lbs takes around 3 hours to cook. If the nuts are close to the desired consistency,
remove from the heat and let sit in the hot water to finish cooking. 
Eat 'em all, or put some up in the freezer for a great winter snack during football season!



A Mother's Love

A lot has happened to us in the last year, but this day is particularly difficult as I reminisce of all the events of this day one year ago...

For it was on this day that my only precious daughter shed tears of excruciating pain when her broken arm had to be reset during a surgical procedure.  As she lay in the recovery room, her dad and I watched her sweet face go from relaxed comfort to contorted discomfort as the anesthesia wore off, and her drug induced sleep became a cruel reality.

We felt helpless, as we watched the quiet tears roll down her cheeks.  It's one of the hardest things ever to watch your child suffer and not be able to take the pain away.  So, I sat beside her, loving her as only a mother can, speaking to her softly, silently praying that God would take her pain away, and wiping away her tears. 

Little did I know, at the very moment I was being led to love and comfort her, my own mother, who taught me how to love, who taught me to look to God in all things, was being led to her home in Heaven.  Of course, I was overwhelmed with sadness and grief, but I was also overwhelmed with a sense of peace and comfort.  For I was right where I needed to be, passing on the legacy of a Mother's Love to my own daughter!  I pray that she will someday love her own children in this way, patiently, willingly, committed to being everything God intends a Mother to be.

"All I am I owe to my Mother" - George Washington