The Roasted Peanut Jar
At my grandparent's home used to sit beside the fire in a simple lidded jar (a recycled Horlicks jar) which was unassuming and inconspicuous. My grandfather was a skilled Fitter/Engineer in real life but in personality he was simple soul in that he did not crave attention or indeed like too much fuss. I think I take after him in that respect. My grandparent's were honest country folk who worked hard all of their lives. They were land rich but cash poor and had to grow the majority of their food on the land which they cared for but they were oh so very rich in many other ways. A trip to the market in Lincoln took place every Saturday to top up on those items they could not make or produce themselves. One of the treats that my "Pop" used to allow himself was a quarter of salted peanuts which were wood smoked and off one of the market stalls. They used to be decanted into a white paper bag and when he used to get home he used to decant them into the...