When I was a child, my grandfather grew peanuts.
My grandmother always had a pot of them boiling on the back of the stove.
Freshly boiled peanuts are the best.
(These were made for me by a darling child in Kansas.)
Down South, you often see them being sold out of the back of trucks on the side of the road. This truck was parked outside a Waffle House where I ate in Fountain Inn, South Carolina:
On a recent trip to South Carolina, I checked out what was available at the Piggly Wiggly. (Notice those GIANT cans.)
Now they have microwavable pouches! I brought these home with me but had to put up a good fight with airport security in order to have them in my carry-on (due to liquid in them). Not as good as the real deal, but better than nothing.