Sunday...

GOOBER PEAS

Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
Lying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas.

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Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness, how delicious,
Eating goober peas.

When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule!"
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.

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Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees?
The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas. )

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I think my song has lasted almost long enough.
The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are rough.
I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas.

Glenn boiled up some peanuts today. I picked up a couple three pounds of green peanuts at Kroger the other day, and he got around to cooking them today. I had always loved boiled peanuts as a kid. Would have them whenever we took a trip to Florida, or ventured out to an arts and crafts festival. There would always be a denizen of the more rural areas we would be traveling through who would have an oil drum of goobers boiling away by the roadside, a big hand lettered sign propped against a tree...'Boiled Peanuts $1.00'. We'd pull over and buy one or two of the little paper sacks of warm and salty goodness. I've been asked by people who have never eaten a boiled peanut, "What are they like?" The best way I can describe them is kind of like black eyed peas. I mean, they don't taste entirely like a black eyed pea, but they're kind of that consistency. They're just really "Good Eats" (to quote Alton Brown...no relation...I don't think). I copied the above song lyrics from Wikipedia. Remember my brother singing snippets from it, possibly from his scouting days. This is actually the first time I think I've seen all of the lyrics. An additional blurb from Wikipedia:

"The lyrics of "Goober Peas" are a fairly accurate description of daily life during the last few years of the Civil War for Southerners. After being cut off from the rail lines and their farm land, they had little to eat aside from boiled peanuts (or "goober peas") which often served as an emergency ration, especially in Georgia."

Thus ends our history lesson for today...

It has been a typical Sunday here. Performed a few menial tasks (i.e. laundry) interspersed with the requisite amount of vegging. I usually do my vegging in front of the computer, so that's where I spent the better part of my veg time today. On the other hand, Glenn spent his in front of the TV with a puzzle book in hand. Football and Sudoku. And peanut boiling. With spaghetti and garlic toast for dinner. So there you go.