Memories of parched peanuts

One of my favorite memories from wintertime trips to my maternal grandparents’ home was parched peanuts. They had an old-style wood stove in the living room, and would put a pan of peanuts on top of it and wait for them to cook sufficiently. Then we would eat them and eat them. I remember my uncle chuckling once while feeding my cousin, “It’s like stoking a furnace.”