Paul has been sitting at our dining room table shelling pecans for at least an hour. He shows no signs of slowing down or stopping. Every once in a while I'll hear, "This is a beautiful pecan. Just perfect. Look at this one. I think I'll have to eat it. Ack! This one pinched me back. I think I'll have to eat it. Oh, this one's rotten. That's probably why it pinched me."
|Photo credit: Josephine Losavio|
|My make-shift double boiler|