When we got home, after putting our purchases away we went out to the front porch and sat in our rocking chairs and ate boiled peanuts. The sun was out and it was 68 degrees and we sat and rocked eating boiled peanuts. Readers, let me tell you that was just about as close as a person can get to heaven here on earth.
Boiled peanuts are like politics - where everyone has an opinion but for me it was one of the major things I was looking forward to when we came back to the south. This morning sitting on the porch eating boiled peanuts with Carol was one of the highlights of my week. It just doesn't get any better than that. Back in the south with boiled peanuts, grits, corn bread, hush puppies, field pea's - this is just plain good living.
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