My daddy would be amazed. He was a peanut farmer in North Georgia. He farmed with mules and wagons. I enjoyed reading this post, I could smell the earth. I like green peanuts raw, still soft, I like em dried, salty, boiled and dad's favorite way parched.Thanks for a welcoming feel-good read... Oh, I was working in DC when the farmers came up to protest something. I went down to the Mall to see some 8n's, Fergusons and Internationals. I was flabbergasted at those monsters. A/c TV etc. Yep I bed you saw a million dollars in that field...Bonnie is right sorta starts a craving. Some facts but mostly just my
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