I dropped in on Mom this morning and she showed me how good her hazelnut crop is this year. The heavy summer rainstorms must have favored plumping up the filberts. The stellar jays and magpies bury the heaviest nuts for winter.
Hazelnuts always remind me of my youngest sister, sitting at the kitchen counter crack – crack – crack – yielding little jars of her favorite nut. When I eat them, I feel like I’m eating one of my ancestors foods.