My hubby brought some raw peanuts home tonight to make some boiled peanuts. Right now, my house smells like Grandmas.
Grandma used to make boiled peanuts at her house all the time. Her house is surrounded by fields on three sides and some years the farmer would plant peanuts and tell Grandma to get what she wanted. I cannot tell you how much I loved those summers. We would walk in and the whole house had that salty smell and you just knew... Grandma was making boiled peanuts. They were awesome!
I just told my husband that my house smells like Grandma's. Which make me feel closer to them. Who knows? Maybe She'll make some when we go down this summer.
