Monday, April 6, 2009
When I walked down to the creek Sunday afternoon I took Stony with me, on a flexi-lead. I kept him from eating any hickory nutshells that the squirrels discarded, and I picked up one butternut and put it in my pocket. The nutcracker and nut picks are in a box somewhere, so I used pliers and the point of a knife to get most of the meat out. It was just as sweet and buttery as the ones from my childhood.