Digging for peanuts
Since I have no heritage which connects me significantly to the Feast of the Great Turkey Massacre, I spent the day harvesting peanuts.
I might have left them in the earth a little too long. Some had rotted and there is evidence that wormy critters had feasted on others.
Shelled, the small bowlful weighs in at three and a half ounces. Enough for a spicy peanut and pumpkin soup which will last a few meals, possibly three or four, but not a huge return of protein for the garden real estate. Variety is nice, however, and groundnuts expand the culinary and flavour options.
It seems that the Tennessee Red Valencias did a lot better than Schronce’s Black.