We had a nice discussion about circus peanuts the other day.
Apparently they come in numerous flavors now. It reminded me of when I was
about 10 and my friend and I would visit his Grandmother. The woman smoked. A
lot. There was so much smoke in her house it’s a wonder that she stayed alive
as long as she did. Heck, it’s a wonder my friend and I made it out of there
alive. We rode our bikes there sometimes
in the summer. She’d let us in and then she’d sit at the kitchen table smoking
Luckys and listening to her police radio. I never knew why she listened to it –
I guess her son was some kind of deputy or something. With all that smoke she probably
should have listened to the fire department radio.
And she always had this candy dish filled with circus
peanuts on her coffee table. We never ate any. Circus peanuts were supposedly covered
with that powdered sugar looking stuff. These may have been covered by the
powdered sugar but it could have been dust or ash. That’s the problem with
circus peanuts. We left the candy for the other grandchildren who visited on other
days. I’m not sure how many of those kids lived to adulthood…
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