tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347699804195544015.post6887240051860541770..comments2023-07-16T16:17:25.619-04:00Comments on The Frugal Poet: Regional Food QuirksCurtis Dunlaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717921075352200852noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347699804195544015.post-4117305594167949672012-03-04T17:57:49.306-05:002012-03-04T17:57:49.306-05:00At 10, 2, and 4 . . . it's time for Dr. Pepper...At 10, 2, and 4 . . . it's time for Dr. Pepper! <br /><br />We used to have a Dr. Pepper machine in the building where we used in live in Salem, Virginia. It had those little bottles that you don't see any more. <br /><br />As for peanuts: my Dad used to make what he called a Tin Roof: vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, and peanuts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347699804195544015.post-9067851879206848382012-03-04T17:37:37.345-05:002012-03-04T17:37:37.345-05:00a 50's D.C. thang ... we used to put a nickle-...a 50's D.C. thang ... we used to put a nickle-bag of Planter's salt peanuts in a<br />bottle of Coke (before they changed/dumbed-down the Coca Cola formula)<br />on an hot summer's day ... sure was goooood !<br /><br />as for the Dr. Pepper.... nothing like ever replicated that taste of it warmed-up on a stove... Hot Dr. Pepper...Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.com