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Johnson and son's was started when one of ole man Johnson's boy's ventured off to the great state of Arizona. After living there for a while he began to yearn for some southeastern ethnic foods. One can only eat so many nachos, tacos, chipolte potato chips, veggie strips, jerky, rocky mountain oysters, snake bites and other well known southwestern things before a southern boy gets a good hankerin for some home cookin'. Especially boiled peanuts.

After years of watching the ole man make em up batch after batch and taking many trips to the peanut farm Johnson Jr. learned the technique. One thing Johnson Jr. hadn't thought of when venturing out west was how or where to find peanuts locally. The only place one could buy them was at a health food joint. This would have to work and at a highway robbery price per pound Johnson Jr. bought 5 pounds. Jr. made up a batch that night and for a brief moment felt as if he was back in Georgia. Eaten goober peas and drinking beer with the ole man and watching our favorite team win or most of the time lose.

The next day Jr's kids woke up and wanted to take boiled peanuts to school in their lunch instead of cheetos. This made Jr. proud that his kids who had never spent much time in the south had a taste for 'em too. (Must be in their blood. ) Anyway, when they came home from school they said all of their friends liked them and wanted them to bring more the next day. And so.......... it started. People told people, friends told friends, neighbors told neighbors and well... you can see where we are now. We've graduated to the web.

This was scary not because we didn't think we could keep up with supply and demand but because we didn't know how to turn on a computer much less market over the net. We got it all figured out now, blam! Here we are. Bringing you what we consider to be the best southern charms we know.

Dad and Jr. decided to split up the ol' U S of A. Jr. got west of the Mississippi and Dad took the other half. Now instead of health food joints for supplies Dad ships em out in bushel's from Ga. to keep up with the demand. The only place to buy peanuts is the peanut capital of the world. "Fresh non-rattlers"

Shortly thereafter, Dad and Jr. got to talking about the BBQ as Jr. feared another BBQ rib with the same ol-same ol BBQ sauce. Jr. told Dad that the sauce in the west is different and to many very good, but it ain't "the sauce". Brown sugar, mustard and molasses among other things are not in most sauce makers vocabulary in the west. Everyone who loves BBQ knows the south is the "BBQ capital of the world. "Good BBQ is no good without "da sauce". So the ol' man figured they'd start bottling their sauce so they'd always have da best BBQ ready to serve. Mom got busy gatherin' recipes handed down through the generations and thought it'd be a good idea for the women to be able to dish out the accompaniments, so we got the southern cooking bible too.

From Da Rub, the Marinade, The BBQ Sauces, Hot Goober Peas to the Cooking Bible, we got it all for a true down home cooked meal. And the story goes on and on and on. We hope you'll give us a try and if ya do, you're sure to be back.

See ya,

Jr.


	GOOBER PEAS \| home About Us \| Contact Us \| BOILED PEANUTS \| ORDER PAGE About Us Johnson and son's was started when one of ole man Johnson's boy's ventured off to the great state of Arizona. After living there for a while he began to yearn for some southeastern ethnic foods. One can only eat so many nachos, tacos, chipolte potato chips, veggie strips, jerky, rocky mountain oysters, snake bites and other well known southwestern things before a southern boy gets a good hankerin for some home cookin'. Especially boiled peanuts. After years of watching the ole man make em up batch after batch and taking many trips to the peanut farm Johnson Jr. learned the technique. One thing Johnson Jr. hadn't thought of when venturing out west was how or where to find peanuts locally. The only place one could buy them was at a health food joint. This would have to work and at a highway robbery price per pound Johnson Jr. bought 5 pounds. Jr. made up a batch that night and for a brief moment felt as if he was back in Georgia. Eaten goober peas and drinking beer with the ole man and watching our favorite team win or most of the time lose. The next day Jr's kids woke up and wanted to take boiled peanuts to school in their lunch instead of cheetos. This made Jr. proud that his kids who had never spent much time in the south had a taste for 'em too. (Must be in their blood. ) Anyway, when they came home from school they said all of their friends liked them and wanted them to bring more the next day. And so.......... it started. People told people, friends told friends, neighbors told neighbors and well... you can see where we are now. We've graduated to the web. This was scary not because we didn't think we could keep up with supply and demand but because we didn't know how to turn on a computer much less market over the net. We got it all figured out now, blam! Here we are. Bringing you what we consider to be the best southern charms we know. Dad and Jr. decided to split up the ol' U S of A. Jr. got west of the Mississippi and Dad took the other half. Now instead of health food joints for supplies Dad ships em out in bushel's from Ga. to keep up with the demand. The only place to buy peanuts is the peanut capital of the world. "Fresh non-rattlers" Shortly thereafter, Dad and Jr. got to talking about the BBQ as Jr. feared another BBQ rib with the same ol-same ol BBQ sauce. Jr. told Dad that the sauce in the west is different and to many very good, but it ain't "the sauce". Brown sugar, mustard and molasses among other things are not in most sauce makers vocabulary in the west. Everyone who loves BBQ knows the south is the "BBQ capital of the world. "Good BBQ is no good without "da sauce". So the ol' man figured they'd start bottling their sauce so they'd always have da best BBQ ready to serve. Mom got busy gatherin' recipes handed down through the generations and thought it'd be a good idea for the women to be able to dish out the accompaniments, so we got the southern cooking bible too. From Da Rub, the Marinade, The BBQ Sauces, Hot Goober Peas to the Cooking Bible, we got it all for a true down home cooked meal. And the story goes on and on and on. We hope you'll give us a try and if ya do, you're sure to be back. See ya, Jr.