On Summer Avenue, tucked into the strip of pawn shops, title loan centers, and used car dealerships, lies a piece of my childhood. I can remember many times where we would go to the Baskin-Robbins on Summer and get ice cream (I loved it as much then as I do now) and then walk through the door that connected to the Peanut Shoppe, where we'd convince my dad to buy us bags of nuts even though we just had ice cream. Luckily my dad loves to snack as much as we did and he always complied.
Last weekend Jake and I had to run out to TJ Maxx and found ourselves across from this Baskin-Robbins/Peanut Shoppe combo. So naturally we obliged, first getting ice cream before crossing that sacred doorway to the Peanut Shoppe.
Much about it hasn't changed. There is less merchandise (it was a bit junky back in the day) and they still have Sandy the horse (though Sandy doesn't ride anymore). I got what I always did - pepitas. Jake got chocolate covered peanuts. As we walked out the door, clutching our prizes, I thought of my parents and appreciated those times we went as a family. All that time, I guess it was about more than just peanuts. It was about memories.
Go there: The Peanut Shoppe on Summer.
In salty and sweet memories,
16 hours ago