Love them! The snowball stands around here sell them. I eat them about twice a month during the summer.
Easiest thing in the world to make, and there are several grocery stores near me (Scranton PA) that sell 1 or 2 lb bags of raw peanuts.
Just keep it simple. Lots of salt, nothing else needed. I learned that the hard way.
The one time I had them, they tasted to me like hot mud. I never had any desire to try them again.
Lovers of boiled peanuts - try edamame as a snack, boiled in the shell. Similar taste, which is such a cool reminder that peanuts are legumes! We always get edamame at the Japanese restaurant nearby for an appetizer. Fulfills that primate need to open and fiddle with things.
My god, what terrible taste you have. I can understand preferring a different style of barbecue, but to go so far as to say it sucks? I honestly pity you.
This. I had to spit mine into the garbage.
I grew up in Florida and the best place to find them is on rural roads in Georgia. You always see farm stands and the boiled peanuts are great. The also sell them on the back roads by small gas stations. Yum!!!
My Mom always got boiled peanuts as a treat when we would go down to Florida on vacations to visit my Daddy’s relatives. This is making me very nostalgic.
I love boiled peanuts! When I was a kid we would always stop and buy them from roadside stands during our annual trek to the beach in Florida. I haven’t bought any already-boiled ones in a long time, but about once a year I’ll buy some raw peanuts and boil them at home. They freeze well, so you can make a big batch and store them to re-heat later.
Tried them once on a road trip that took us through the Florida panhandle.
Wouldn’t say that I hated them, but I saw nothing in them worth me ever going out of my way to try them again and they haven’t been put in front of me since then (around 2003).
I used to love them. Probably still would. But… went home to Ga last year and happened to be talking to a store owner while he was making them. The salt, so much salt. Haven’t tried any since.
I suspect this is one of those things that you either develop a taste for in early life, or probably not at all. It’s also very much a Southern thing.
I love them. But I first tasted them when I was about 3. Of course, I also like cornbread crumbled into a glass of buttermilk. Most people I know who grew up in the North find that revolting as well. I grew up in the North, but was born in Alabama and traveled back frequently to visit my grandparents.
I’m a Yank who has worked with a gal from Alabama that used to just RAVE about them. We would say “They’re just boiled peanuts…how good could they be?” I had to go to Georgia for work a few years ago, and saw them in a 7-11 type store. Just sitting there unceremoniusly in a crockpot. I fished out about a quart of them, figuring I’d bring some home. When I got back to the hotel room I ate them until there were almost none left. They were delicious, kinda like peanut butter without all the sugar. But I felt like I ate a quart of peanut butter.
I wonder if they can be made in a pressure cooker to shorten the cooking time? Six hours of boiling can’t be cheap.
When my wife boils peanuts (Chinese-style, in case that’s different from Southern-style), she sure as hell doesn’t boil them for six hours!
I do mine in a slow cooker. Soak them in clean water the day before, transfer to crockpot, add salt and fill with fresh water. Cover and secure the lid, set the timer, feast when you get home. Almost effortless.
Depends on what flavoring were used when they were boiled. I don’t care for the bbq boiled peanuts at all. The beer boiled peanuts are alright. I’ll eat them if there’s no other kind around.
I absolutely love the ones just done in plain salt and water. I also pop them shell and all in my mouth, suck them dry, then crack open the shell and eat the insides.
That’s how I’ve done it. Once with salt, once with Cajun (old bay etc) seasoning. Yum.
Love them. A happy day was when I finally found a source for raw in the shell peanuts - an Asian food market.
Never had 'em.