Peanuts

This week, I went to my first baseball game of the season.  I got the standard beer and hotdog.

I also got peanuts.  I think they make a baseball game, a baseball game.  I even think they are better then crackerjacks.  Although, crackerjacks do come with those fun little surprises.

But don't discount peanuts and their surprises.  I love when I open a shell to three tiny peanuts in the pod.  

There's just something about sitting in hard plastic seats, an All-American game being played, and cracking open peanuts.

It's seriously one of my favorite things to do in summer.

Peanuts.  They mean summer and baseball and yummy-salty-ness. (If only the bag came in different colors...)