As you can see this was a labor intensive exercise, when there are far easier nuts to eat, and<\/em> with a greater yield of nuts for time invested. Why do it? Well, Indian nuts were pretty tasty. But maybe it was because of the added effort that made the revealed nut that much more of a reward? Regardless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mom loved these nuts. But her approach to eating them stretched credulity. Rather than open a nut, eat a nut (the way I did), Mom would relentlessly open nut after nut, discarding the shells, and then she accumulated the small nuts into a cup for later consumption (all at once). I tried this technique a couple of times, and I think I could get up to a half-dozen before popping them all into my mouth. Mom? She just kept opening & adding to her ready-to-eat stash. The nut level in the cup kept reaching every higher. Truth be told, I don\u2019t ever recall seeing her eat <\/em>the nuts she so judiciously separated from their shells. Well\u2026 she did eat the nuts (or maybe threw them away?), because on the next \u201cIndian Nut Session\u201d, that cup would have been at zero<\/em> nuts. And it would be time to renew her patient assault on the Indian nut inventory. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Today, pine nuts are readily available in the market\u2026 already shelled.\u00a0 And somehow, I think Mom would find that to be a crushing disappointment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mom had a fastidious nature, and often pursued activities that required attention to detail. And more important, it would be the small pieces of endeavor that produced a finished result of significantly greater scale. This could be seen in her collection of … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/Indian-Nuts-rotated.jpg\")
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