“The first walnuts I found this year had fallen from a tree on a park road. I was a half-mile from the car and the day was unseasonably warm, so I took off my shirt and knotted it into a sack to hold about a dozen nuts, which were half green and half brown. I was proud of my ingenuity until I got home, untied the shirt and saw the deep brown stains all over it. I didn’t even bother putting it in the hamper.”
Pfff. Freaking city boy.
Black walnut angel food cake, THAT’s why you pick up walnuts and crack them open.
Freaking city boy.
My grandmother used to make a wonderful one....mmmmmmmmmm