The other day I was at a friends house and they got a call, the husband says to the wife ( he answered the call), "Do we want any black walnuts? She said, "no." I immediately said I wanted some. So I ended up at an elderly lady's house where whoever mowed the lawn had saved out one bucket but the rest were in the trash can which I got to muck out and pick the nuts out of the wet leaves, twigs and doggie doo. But hey, they were still in their green husks. So I brought them home and threw them in the driveway so I could drive over them a few times to start the husk break down. Today, I sat out there in the driveway and peeled semi-dried husks off the nuts and put the nuts in a plastic crate with holes so they could finish drying. A few were smished so I got a couple of big kernels to taste. The first couple were good, but it wasn't ringing the nostalgia bell. Later I found one and with the taste of gooey husk juice mixed with the nut itself, it finally tasted of childhood memories. Crazy how the brain works, isn't it! But I did make a step in the right direction. I told the lady I would rake up the nuts for her next time she was going to have the lawn mowed. Hopefully that will eliminate some of the doggie doo.
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