It is easy to understand why South Carolinians love boiled peanuts. Salty and toothsome, this slippery legume can generate geysers of brine and infections laughter for those who dare to eat them. So beloved, in fact, that in 2006 the boiled peanut was designated as the official state snack. Legend has it that Civil War soldiers first boiled peanuts to keep from starving, but in reality, South Carolina’s love affair began sometime between WWI and WWII. My obsession, however, took a little longer. Last night David and I had an opportunity to celebrate our friend The Judge’s birthday. He and his wife Monica were the ones who encouraged us to buy a place in Pawley’s and introduced us to the delicacy. For every hospitable visit, there was a communal bowl somewhere ready to eat. So ubiquitous to the South that you are just as likely to find boiled peanuts on the table as salt and pepper. But admittedly it took a dare for both David and me to try them. All I can tell you is for their soaked, salty tender flavor, it was love at first bite. While I have been sharing recipes recently, I know my limits when it comes to this beloved snack. Our local supply and tackle shop has been making peanuts for longer than I have been alive, and I would live another lifetime and drive 6 hours just for a $5 bag. I wouldn’t even consider a day on the beach without sunscreen, a towel, and a bag or two. Now during quarantine, our favorite new pastime is to grab the peanuts and leisurely ride around the island, and when the bag is empty (sadly it never takes long) it’s our cue to head home. Although boiled peanuts are available year-round, the best season is June – October, perfect timing for the 4th of July celebrations. So if you ever find yourself in Pawley’s Island during this time, make sure to pay us a visit. I promise there will always be a big bowl waiting for you.
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