100 Happy Days 3
Does anyone besides me remember getting a handful of these little thingys in the bottom of your Christmas stocking? I’ll admit that I never really knew what to do with them at first. I’m mean, they just got in the way of all the good stuff and made everything salty. But then, once all the candy was gone and all that was left was the peanuts, we’d put them in a big bowl on the front room coffee table. I remember my mom showing me how to roll them on the table to crack them open. It was funny to see her make a big pile of shells and not seem to mind the mess at all. Plus, after all those days of fudge and peppermint and gum drops…a little pinch of salt tasted so good.
Nowadays, I grab a big bag of un-shelled, salted peanuts at Costco and pull out a handful every now and again. They still snap the same on the counter when I roll them just like they did for my mom and they still have that pinch of salt.
Oddly enough, I think the mess is the best part of all. Reminds me of my mom at Christmas.
And that just makes me happy.
2 Replies to “Real Live Peanuts”
Reminds me of MY Mom at Christmas too. 🙂 I’ve had a real fresh peanut before from Mali. It was SO juicy-oily. Loved it.
Awww… I love ANYthing that reminds you of Grandma!