Why on earth would I want to? you ask. Because they're the ultimate nutty snack, y'all! In the United States, they're mostly consumed by Southerners, and they're popular in many other countries, including India, China, Vietnam, Australia, and Africa, as I found out when researching this post. To make
boiled peanuts, you first procure raw ("green") peanuts in the shell, and then, as you may have guessed, you boil them. You boil
the heck out of them.
I was first introduced to boiled peanuts in junior high school, back in California. My best friend's mother hailed from the state of Alabama. One day I got to my friend's house and found her mother tending a big pot of the things on the stove. What?! My friend explained that boiled peanuts were a back-home treat her mom always missed. I don't remember tasting one; my recollection is that my friend and I just sort of raised our eyebrows and got out of the kitchen as fast as we could. Pity.
The next time I came across boiled peanuts was while visiting friends in Georgia in the mid-1980s. We were driving up into the mountains to go hiking, and there by the side of the road sat a couple of old grizzled guys (sorry, guys, but that's the way I remember you) sitting on folding chairs next to a 55-gallon drum set over an open fire. We stopped, and one of the guys removed the top from the drum, dipped up some peanuts, and put them in small paper bags for us. Back in the car, I broke one peanut shell open, sucked out the nuts and the salty brine, and I was hooked for life. By the time we got where we were going, I was covered in peanut juice, had sticky hands, and was happy as kudzu in the southern countryside.
I bought a big bag of raw peanuts at a farmers' market in Georgia before returning home to Illinois. I had asked around as to the cooking time, the amount of salt, and so forth, and was given only vague instructions. So I was on my own. I do remember that it took many hours for the peanuts to get soft and that my end product was not salty enough. After that when we visited the southern states, I tended to bring home
canned boiled peanuts, which you can find in most southern grocery stores. Not as good as the roadside kind, but much easier than making them yourself.

Anyway. Late last fall I saw a
recipe for boiled peanuts on Elise Bauer's Simply Recipes site, and I got all fired up to try my hand at the do-it-yourself variety again. I looked at a couple of the recipes Elise had links to and eventually made my way to the
Lee Brothers Web site, where I hit the mother lode. I went ahead and ordered the kit: 3 pounds of raw peanuts in a commemorative plastic tub, plus boiling instructions and an "I Brake for Boiled Peanuts" bumper sticker. Score!

The peanuts sat in the basement in their tub, oh, all winter. Finally, last weekend, I decided I'd better get to the boiling before I found myself in the middle of the hot summer. The peanuts don't go bad, they just get older and drier, like dried beans. The drier they are, the longer they take to cook.

The boiling blow-by-blow:
I soak the peanuts overnight in salty water (and I mean salty: 1 cup per gallon is recommended), which, according to the instructions, "will reduce the cooking time to about 6 to 8 hours."

Next morning: I drain the peanuts and prepare a new pot of salty water, to which I add a whole can of Old Bay seasoning per one of the recipes I saw somewhere online. Back into the pot go the peanuts, and pot is put on to boil. Most peanuts float; I jam them down with the lid, which results in a mini-stovetop tidal wave.

After an hour, the peanuts start to calm down and settle into their salty sea. Although the Lee Bros. warn against testing a peanut until hour 6, I go ahead and try one, anyway. Peanut is raw.

After two and a half hours, much stirring, and several toppings up of the salty water to keep the peanuts "in the swim," as the brothers put it, I test again. The peanuts are thinking about getting softer, but no brine has yet penetrated what must be world's best insulators, dried peanut shells.

After
eight hours of boiling: Peanuts are getting there but are still not soft enough. I am fed up with boiled peanuts. I take them off the stove and go to bed.
Next morning, I dump the whole batch into the very large Crock-Pot that, thank God, I recently purchased. Upon returning home from work, I find that the peanuts are just right—after
eleven more hours in the slow cooker.

Well, that's what I get for letting the peanuts sit around drying for months. Fresh, "green" peanuts, recently harvested, supposedly taste better and take only around three hours to become soft. As for the seasoning: I really liked the flavor that the Old Bay seasoning imparted, and I'll use it again next time. You could also try Cajun or Asian seasonings.
Man, there's just nothing like a tender, salty boiled legume. Eat 'em out of hand with a beer or a ginger ale, throw 'em in a Co-Cola—they're good any old way. Try them sometime and see if you don't agree.
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Labels: appetizers and snacks, vegetarian