On the Peanut Trails

My pitch for the little nut

Kallie Allen
Dec 29, 2019 · 5 min read
Photo by Tom Hermans on Unsplash

My earliest memory of peanut love happened when I was around six or seven. It wasn’t just the taste — it was who I was with and what we were doing while cracking the shells open.

My parents and my three younger siblings were at the family cottage for our annual month long holiday on the shores of Lake Winnipeg in Canada. Dad used to take us out early to…