On The Second Day of Korea-Mas My Parents Gave To Me....
....Cracked Pecans from the Seco Valley Orchard!
I had a laugh at this one twice. Once when I pulled the reindeer bag from the box a week or so ago, the second time when I pulled out the gift inside of it. This one takes a bit of a telling to share. During one of the many late November/early December Skype calls with my mother, while she was asking me once again what I might need, I mentioned she could pack in a bag of pecans.
The house where she lives (where I did for the last third of my childhood) has a wonderful pecan tree in the backyard and by the time of the call in any other year, my freezer would have already had two or three (or even up to four on a big year) gallon bags in the freezer already. This year there was apparently bad year weather and it was not possible to send. So I put it out of my mind.
(As an aside, pecans are such a South and fall/winter flavor to me that one day while out shopping with Alice we had dinner at a nice restaurant, where they offered a pecan tart that looked a lot like a pecan pie. It really was, too. A little more solid than jelly-wiggly. But the right flavor. Which I ate the whole thing of, regardless of detesting pecan pie. Simply because it tasted right, tasted like home-thanksgiving-south-pecan pie, and there would be no other pecan and pecan-things this year.)
Yet here it is, wonderful south Texas pecans, fresh and half-shelled!
Which I may have to put out of my reach. One-third of it vanished by the end of this writing.