Tuesday, September 13


In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land
There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers

Though fall is rapidly approaching, I've been humming the Indigo Girls' "Southland in the Springtime" all day long.  The bloggers over at the Communal Skillet have boiled peanuts on my mind (Georgia, too, for that matter).  Before you settle in for football this weekend, see if you can find some green peanuts at your local farmers market and follow the SFA Community Cookbook's recipe for some good boiled peanuts. And, if I may dare to augment the recipe just a little bit, adding a can of cheap beer to the boil makes them taste even better. Plus, you'll have five cans leftover to wash them down while you snack.