My mom's entry last night was just beautiful to me, just picturing her as a little girl selling boiled peanuts. I remember peanuts myself, but nothing like my mom, she was a much harder worker than I was, but I remember those endless rows of peanuts and picking weeds from each row. I even remember planting, and plowing, and all the stuff that you do to make peanuts. I remember my dad not being able to keep going if he saw a boiled peanuts stand on the side of the road when we took a trip. He had to stop, no way around it. I'm still not crazy about boiled peanuts. I like them almost anyway but boiled.