My dad saw JD headed down to the beach and threw down three bags of boiled peanuts that he had cooking for the past 48 hours.
We all are southern born and raised kids. We love food from the south. One of those delicious treats that we long for and hardly get is boiled peanuts. They have to be fresh and green when boiled or they just do not taste right.
We were so excited to each get our own bags. The three of us sat on the beach, eating our boiled peanuts and laughing about great times when we have eaten them before.
I think the only thing that made it better was that my dad was so proud of himself for finding us such a special and memorable treat.
Good times! Great memories! Incredible company!
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