As a kid I had a subscription to “Cricket” magazine, which is sort of literary/educational for kids. There was a story in it once about kids trying to grow peanuts, and were disappointed that none grew. They were going to throw the plants away but they were lazy and didn’t want to haul all that dirt around SO they knocked the dirt off the roots and BEHOLD, there were the peanuts. For some reason I never forgot this, and can impress people at parties with my knowledge that peanuts grow underground. Not really, no one’s ever invited me to a party. Maybe because I know too much about peanuts.