As a Jacksonville native, I have been eating boiled peanuts for as long as I can remember.
My first experience was at a very young age when I was a very picky eater. I would not try anything new so my parents tricked me by asking me to crack open their boiled peanuts for them. I was told to use my teeth because they knew once I got a taste of that juice I would be hooked. Well, it worked. From that day forward we had to stop every time we saw a boiled peanut stand by the side of the road. Anytime we were at a flea market, we had to seek out the boiled peanut stand to get a few bags to satisfy our cravings.