We went to a Braves Game this last weekend. I am not a huge baseball fan, but I can certainly appreciate spending a pleasant day in the stands, watching our team play a good game, chatting with friends, and enjoying the beautiful weather. Oh yeah… and the food! It just isn’t the same without the hot dogs and peanuts. It is a wonderful American tradition.
Whenever I go to the ballpark and see those peanut shells I am reminded of a cute story from years ago. One of my best friends has a boy the same age as my oldest. We’d taken both families to see the Braves play. The boys brought their gloves in the hopes of catching a fly ball. We parents brought in a large bag of peanuts to share. The boys practically dove into the bag, selecting their peanuts, then setting about the business of cracking them open (without spilling the nuts inside) and popping them into their mouths. After the initial surge of nut popping activity, my friend’s son seemed to slow down a bit, pondering his peanuts as he twisted them open. Then, after opening one and eating the nuts inside, he held the shell up for closer inspection. He turned it around and around, then turned to his Mom.
“How do they do that?” he asked.
“How do they do what, Butterbean?” she replied.
“How do they make the little waffles and get them around the peanuts?” he said.
That makes me chuckle to this day. Peace to you all!