In years past, I pretty much enjoyed the holidays. I could take refuge from weeks and weeks of Christmas carols on the radio, syrupy stories on TV, and hordes of rude people in malls and department stores - by sitting serenely at home, bowl in lap, and tools in hand - cracking and eating mixed nuts in the shell. No more, it seems. WHERE HAVE ALL THE NUTS IN SHELLS GONE??!!
Sonofagun, while I enjoy toasted nuts, lightly salted with sea salt, all encased in a tightly capped plastic jar, just eating the nut as it fell from the tree renders some unique satisfaction. I even enjoyed some colorful flames when the discarded nutshells burn in the fireplace.
Now, this isn't a world shaking concern like whether or not your chewing gum may lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight. But, it does rank higher than worrying about whether or not I can get a properly flavored cup of coffee at the nearby coffeeteria.
Sonofagun, while I enjoy toasted nuts, lightly salted with sea salt, all encased in a tightly capped plastic jar, just eating the nut as it fell from the tree renders some unique satisfaction. I even enjoyed some colorful flames when the discarded nutshells burn in the fireplace.
Now, this isn't a world shaking concern like whether or not your chewing gum may lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight. But, it does rank higher than worrying about whether or not I can get a properly flavored cup of coffee at the nearby coffeeteria.