If you've ever wondered what a hickory nut looks like, behold!
Hickory nut was my father's favorite cake. Every fall he'd bring home a bag of nuts he had purchased at a roadside stand in Michigan. My mother dug out the small nutmeats while repeating her perennial complaint: "a lot of work for one cake."
I recently learned that the hundreds of black walnuts that litter our property are edible. It's acceptable to crush their thick hull by driving over them with your car. Hmm...

1 comment:

sarah said...

I love your blog and I especially love this post. I gathered and cracked hickory nuts every Thanksgiving. Your Mom is right.....WORK......far more than pie! Lots of happy memories though.