I grew up in Atlanta and boiled peanuts were my favorite. No I have not found any in Mexico yet, but I may make a visit to Celeya.
At one time, when I worked at Emory University Hospital, my wife and I bought a mountain side cabin in Blue Ridge, Ga. On coming and going from the cabin we would drive through Blairsville. Near Blairsville was Jimmy Carter's cabin, also. Blairsville was the hometown of NASCAR's Bill Elliot and Elliot Racing Team. When you passed his shop, every weekend would be a fellow selling boiled peanuts...his name was Bobby. We called him Bobby Peanuts. He cooked them in an old black pot over a wood fire beside the road. Once you got past his Appalachian accent you would find out Bobby was went to school with Bill Elliot (even though Bobby was probably 20 years older) and even was best friends with President Carter. You could learn a lot around a boiling pot of peanuts in the N. Georgia mountains.
I miss them and the company they keep. Dr. Mike
There are hundreds of paths up the mountain, all leading in the same direction, so it doesn't matter which path you take. The only one wasting time is the one who runs around and around the mountain, telling everyone that his or her path is wrong.
(This post was edited by drmike on Sep 17, 2008, 2:06 PM)