When the little goobers presented themselves again today in Louisiana, I had no excuses left. Plus I was hungry.
I had to laugh, because as I was scooping them out of the vat, a woman came up and asked me what the heck they were, and I got to tell her ALL ABOUT THEM. And as I was talking about them, I realized I was kind of ready for them.
I settled into the van, and Pips checked out the situation.
So…. drum roll…. they were really good!
My immediate thought was they were a lot like the Japanese food, “Edamame” which is essentially young soy beans, still in the pods, steamed, like the p-nuts, in very salty water. One eats them by gripping the pod with your teeth, and pulling the little beans out while you pull, then discarding the pod. I love Edamame!
Now, P-nuts are a bit messier, because you have to get the bean OUT of the shell with your fingers. So, not a good driving snack. But they really are addicting! The Edimame of the South.
Now, I’m a bean eater, and I eat a lot of beans. So, my “system” is quite used to whatever digestive work is required to move them through. My system was not, however, ready for Boil P-Nut. I’m thinking I can probably credit my long haul today to being propelled by a new kind of gas!
Now, I need to make sense of this other gas station phenomenon.