“Marching Past Georgia”


Marching past Georgia

no army as this before:

Goobers*-n-moonshine!

 

*(Goobers – Goober Peas. ” “Peas, peas, peas: eating goober peas! Goodness how nutritious, goodness how delicious, eating Goober Peas!” The song pay homage to the Southern sacramental food – boiled peanuts, though some say even roasted peanuts may be sobriquetted Goober Peas. We purists demur.  Good Goobers: take a 25-gallon pot of water about halfway up, add in 5 or 6 pounds of green (yes! immature, not those old crusty logs better used to build homes – and a bucket of table salt (or Kosher), and add your favorite flavorings i- I use three or four cut-in-half heads of garlic, a couple of similarly treated large yellow onions, a cup of Old Bay Seasoning, and the same of mixed hot peppers and/or a icouple tablespoons of cayenne powder, Garlic and Onion powder, and green onion tops and parsley stems and if you dare some few cans of beer you won’t drink because you got bottled beer instead!  Bring to a boil, boil hard for a half our or more, adding more water as necessary to keep the batch roiling, and reduce to strong simmer until test-goobers come out salty enough and tender enough.  Kill the heat – best done outdoors with a propane burner – and let cool.  Fish for the few test peas to see if the cook has gone well.  If not bring back to a boil and immediately a simmer…you can add a cover to the pot at this point and adjust seasonings.  If you were smart enough to put the garlic, onions and green stuff in a cheescloth sack, now is the time to remove them. Using an iced-tea strainer (dipnet type to you finecky kinds) fish out some goobers, grab a co-cola, a beer or unsweet – dang! or sweet – tea and find shade and preferably a hammock set up to take the best cross-breeze and eat a bowl of steaming goober peas. Remember! The best parts are those fleshy white or creamish-colored – some say snot-looking – bits inside the shells as the sickly white immature peas tease your tongue, those lagniappe side-cars will torture you until you get s’more.  The intended consequence of all that spice: to get the true afficionado his daily ingestion of salt and spice. Ain’t than just so very nice?)

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