Peanuts have become an aspect of our intangible cultural heritage, essential to tailgate parties, baseball games, political rallies, school lunches, state fairs, circuses, and even prison commissaries. Roasted, parched, buttered, and raw. Only in the South do we truly love them boiled. Slippery on the outside, chewy in the pod. ... Boiled peanuts always seemed within reach during my childhood summers, at the height of the harvest, when stands spontaneously popped up on the two-lane highways of the Peanut Belt.
If you've never had boiled peanuts, chances are you're not from Georgia. This loving history of how the goober became a delicacy in the Deep South will make you want to find one of these roadside stands and see what all the fuss is about.
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