Near the highway in our little town stands a huge old pecan tree.
Once I figured out what it was, I've wanted to go pick pecans in the fall. It's one of those places where little people shouldn't be…. cars are driving by too quickly. It seems I'd have the best of intentions to go alone and then forget until it was too late in the season.
But seeing as this will be our last fall here in the south…. it's kind of one of those now or never things. So my little girl and I set out with basket in hand to pick a few. We picked quite a lot. Turning our hands brown from the green outer husks.
We brought them home and peeled off the outer layer. Now they are in a cloth bag curing for a few weeks before we start cracking the shells off.
I'm thinking another nut butter is in order, with free pecans…. now that truly is a bargain!