Holly berries and walnuts
Today is Holly Day, but I don't have a holly bow so I went with the Nutcracker again, complete with my first initial (and my last, LOL). I'm not a huge fan of holly anyway, not since our holly bush annihilated my balloons when I was a kid.
I don't know the Etsy shop; this one was another gift. It's already gotten a handful of compliments, though!
My memories of holly aren't the greatest, but walnuts (which I presume are what nutcrackers smash) are another story. My paternal grandmother had a black walnut tree in her backyard, and one of my favorite things to do was take a broom handle and wallop ripe walnuts off the tree. I never touched them because black walnuts have a rind that both stains clothes and reeks, but I loved smacking them off the tree. Grandpa would then gather them up in a sack, toss them in the road, and run over the sack with his truck a couple'a times to break up the rind. I never saw him run over the sack, but I saw him gather them up many a time. Then a few days later we'd have fresh black walnut meat. As with sunflower heads, Grandpa would set a little aside for us, and he'd keep some for himself and Grandma to eat, and then he'd sell the rest. I've been told that black walnut meat is better flavored than English walnut meat, but sadly I can't remember my opinions on that; Grandpa died when I was seven, and I didn't fool around with the walnuts much after that. I mucked around in the barn after that, or I played with kittens (there were always a billion cats), or I went into the woods if the weather was cold. Never during warm weather; too many snakes. But that's yet another way that a child in the country kept herself out of trouble.
In other news, I'm rediscovering my childhood love of walnuts. I put myself on a diet, and I like a dash of crumbled walnuts on my salad. Doesn't matter which kind, though I can tell from the shape that it's usually English walnut. I just like the texture, something that doesn't immediately yield to my teeth like the lettuce does.
Love and walnuts,
RagingMoon1987
My memories of holly aren't the greatest, but walnuts (which I presume are what nutcrackers smash) are another story. My paternal grandmother had a black walnut tree in her backyard, and one of my favorite things to do was take a broom handle and wallop ripe walnuts off the tree. I never touched them because black walnuts have a rind that both stains clothes and reeks, but I loved smacking them off the tree. Grandpa would then gather them up in a sack, toss them in the road, and run over the sack with his truck a couple'a times to break up the rind. I never saw him run over the sack, but I saw him gather them up many a time. Then a few days later we'd have fresh black walnut meat. As with sunflower heads, Grandpa would set a little aside for us, and he'd keep some for himself and Grandma to eat, and then he'd sell the rest. I've been told that black walnut meat is better flavored than English walnut meat, but sadly I can't remember my opinions on that; Grandpa died when I was seven, and I didn't fool around with the walnuts much after that. I mucked around in the barn after that, or I played with kittens (there were always a billion cats), or I went into the woods if the weather was cold. Never during warm weather; too many snakes. But that's yet another way that a child in the country kept herself out of trouble.
In other news, I'm rediscovering my childhood love of walnuts. I put myself on a diet, and I like a dash of crumbled walnuts on my salad. Doesn't matter which kind, though I can tell from the shape that it's usually English walnut. I just like the texture, something that doesn't immediately yield to my teeth like the lettuce does.
Love and walnuts,
RagingMoon1987
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