Years ago (we won’t talk about how many years) we lived in Augusta, Georgia. It was my husband’s hometown, but we were living there courtesy of Uncle Sam. My husband was an Army chaplain stationed at Ft. Gordon. Since he grew up in Augusta, he knew all the fun places to go. For the holidays, Fatman’s was always on the list. It was open year round with a store for holiday decorations and crafts, and a restaurant with great Southern cooking. In the fall they had a haunted house, hayrides, and a bonfire.
Once the weather was cool and crisp- you really have to wait for that in Georgia- it was the place to go, the place to get a favorite fall food. The only place, really, to truly enjoy this particular fall food. Oh, you can buy it elsewhere- though it’s probably hard to find in the North. It’s a Southern specialty. There are probably a lot of people who have never tried it. (I feel sorry for them!)
In the South you can actually buy this food in a can in the grocery stores. I don’t think I ever knew anyone who did, though. Most Southerners either had it homemade or from some local place like Fatman’s where you could sit around a bonfire with a big pot on the fire and this treat was served up in little paper bags. Eating them from that bag kept your hands warm and delighted your tastebuds. Have you guessed? One of my favorite fall foods because of the happy memories that it brings… much better than anything pumpkin spice… boiled peanuts! Nothing matches the salty, yummy, just past crunchy, almost creamy goodness! I haven’t had it in years (I’m back in Indiana now) but I still remember how good boiled peanuts are when you’re sitting around the fire singing and talking and enjoying a cool fall evening.