Hot Dish Review

Congratulations to the Atlanta Braves for sweeping the Phillies in a four game series! Me and my work colleagues attended the last game on Wednesday and although it wasn’t a nail-biter, it was lots of fun!

As we made our way to our seats KMA spotted hot boiled peanuts. Neither of us could resist them. They would be especially tasty washed down with my fourth Miller Lite (I had three before we got there).

The peanuts were briny and warm. Very good but not as good as Dale’s. Our seats were thankfully in the shade as we watched and cheered on the Braves…..now first place in the National League East!

I always get a hot dog at baseball games, but not this time. KMA and Q got some hot and crispy fries that we all shared. As is often the case, I wish they had been cut a bit skinnier, I loves me some shoestring fries.

They stop selling beer in the bottom of the 7th (what if the game goes extra innings?) so there just wasn’t enough time to drink or eat more…. guess I’ll just have to attend another game soon for that wiener!

Once again, the signs for hot boiled peanuts on the way to Helen proved to be too tempting to pass by. ST and I stopped at my favorite stand on the way Saturday.

Dale has lots of signs. Coming from both directions, headed to or from GA400, it is hard to miss his hot boiled peanut stand. With two pots bubbling away, one regular, one cajun, we pulled over for a snack.

ST wanted the cajun. Good idea. Dale scoops them up in a giant styrofoam cup and provides a paper sack for the shells. Inside the sack are a couple of tiny Bible scripture booklets….classic. Eating them while driving (the peanuts, not the scripture booklets), however, proved to be quite challenging. ST said my driving became rather ‘iratic’. Whatever. No one died, that’s all that matters.

I wish I had taken a photo of his cat, a beautiful fluffy black boy that his grand-daughter named Hello Kitty Penny Dale….I swear, it’s true.

The cajun peanuts were delicious….just a hint of peppery spice. We finished them off when we arrived at my parents’ place in Helen, with a nice, cold Miller Lite. An appropriate start for the weekend!