When I think of home, the first thought that comes to mind is the food. It’s soulful, satisfying, comforting and almost always SUPER unhealthy. If it’s not sizzling in a frying pan with a dollop of butter or Crisco, it’s not southern. If your plate isn’t loaded down and you aren’t going back for seconds or thirds, it’s not southern. If your cholesterol hasn’t risen and your arteries aren’t clogging, it’s not southern. Okay, okay, I may be over exaggerating a little, but you get the idea – fattening, gluttonous and absolutely delicious! Whether you’re living there or just visiting, it is quite easy to pack on the pounds, SHOCKER right?! When I go home, I definitely indulge and take advantage of all the South has to offer, but try not to totally overdo it, for the sake of my health.
Anyone raised in North Carolina or the South in general knows about the southern delicacies of our region: fried chicken, BBQ, sweet tea, corn bread, hushpuppies, buttermilk biscuits and gravy, pecan pie, fruit cobblers, chicken and dumplings, collard greens and one of my personal favorites – boiled peanuts.
I know what some of you may be thinking… Boiled peanuts? GROSS! Yes, I will admit it is definitely a ‘texture” thing, but when you’ve grown up your entire life eating them it just becomes a ‘food memory’. Since I was little, we always looked forward to the month of August because that was when peanuts were at their prime for harvesting. I remember some years my dad buying 20-30lbs of peanuts at a time (which may seem like a lot, but split amongst our family of 5, didn’t last long).
A few weeks ago, my sweet, kind family thought it would be funny to entice me with their latest batch of boiled peanuts, knowing I couldn’t have any – how rude. As we chatted through FaceTime, they continued to dangle juicy peanuts right in front of me. I was literally drooling, wishing I could somehow get my hands on a time machine and teleport home (if only it were that easy). After a little negotiating and A LOT of begging, I finally convinced my parents to send me some peanuts so I could boil some for myself.
Now, North Carolina to Hawaii is quite a haul, but thanks to USPS priority shipping my dreams were in reach. The very next day, my dad went and got a bag of peanuts, while my mom was busy lying to the post office… If you have ever shipped anything in your life then I’m sure you are familiar with the post office lady’s spiel… “Are you shipping anything liquid, fragile, perishable, potentially hazardous?” “Why yes, all of the above.” – said no one ever.
My beautiful bag of peanuts were dug on a Friday and were at my doorstep that Monday, talk about urgency. As soon as I opened the box, I smiled and called to thank my parents. After my initial excitement of receiving the package, I went ahead and got those babies in a boiling pot of water. 3 hours and a handful of salt later, I was sitting on my couch, watching a movie, devouring the treats that brought me so much joy as a child.
It’s a good thing Willie HATES them, more for me!
Thankful for the little things in life… and to have parents that ROCK!
Now, if I could just get Bojangles to do same day delivery, we’d be in business!