I mostly forgot about grandma and her nuts (see what I did there?), and I think it's because I've never seen bulk unshelled nuts in any of my local grocery stores. Always shelled.
Last weekend, Mr. Peaches and I went shopping at our local fancy grocery, the one that is a slightly longer drive than going to the store near us, but the rewards in the gourmet cheese section are great. As I picked up a pack of shelled walnuts I keep on hand for cooking, I told Mr. P about my grandma's nuts (it doesn't get old) and how I wanted to be one of those couples who always have unshelled nuts and a nutcracker around. Classy. Fun. Totally normal for twenty-somethings. Or something.
Today we went back to that fancy grocery, on account of the cheese, and there, right in the middle of the produce section was a huge display of a variety of unshelled nuts. And in the middle of that glorious display were the shiny silver nutcrackers. It's like they're listening!
I didn't hem and haw too long before breaking down and picking up two pounds worth, as well as my very first nutcracker. Finally- we're classy! fun! normal!
We got home and I put away the groceries, saving the nuts for last. I scoured the house for a cute basket or bowl in which to put them, and finally found a basket leftover from the wedding. I poured the nuts into the basket- it's just the right size! It contains two pounds of various unshelled nuts perfectly. Then I checked around for our first nutcracker... which, apparently, was no where to be found.
I looked in the bags I stuffed away- nope. I looked in the trunk of the car- nope. I looked on the floor, on the table, on the counter, and on the stove- nope, nope, nope, and nope.
I have a basket of nuts and no nutcracker. Not classy. Not fun. Not normal.
This is how we're gettin' by until we can stop back by the store:
And that's what I get for trying to be like my crazy old grandma.
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