The eighth installment of a tale of a journey into the southern swamps where I almost finish this up

[vyshella]

Off to Alcolu, where Cristal's father's family lives. We get to her dad's house, only to discover that we've missed him. He's off to see his younger daughter in a pageant.

Yeah, a pageant.

But while we were standing around outside his place establishing this, two things caught my eye. First, I'd like to state that South Carolinians think they

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Boiled Peanuts

[tarben]

For those of you reader-northerners that have never had them...

Think of a peanut. OK, forget everything you know about it. It is soft, vaguely slimy, and tasting of brine.

That is a boiled peanut.

Steer clear my friends.

Re: Boiled Peanuts

[absynthenights]

That sounds almost as tasty as the boiled okra I tried while down there.
It has more gooey snot texture than gooey snot from bronchitis has.
It took every iota of "grandmother manners" to not spit them back onto the plate.

Fried okra... that was the bomb.

Re: Boiled Peanuts

[vyshella]

Okra. Blech.

Nasty. Nasty. Blech.