The Pecan Orchard.

This morning I was chopping pecans for my pound cake. I was transported back to my great uncle’s pecan orchard down South. And the buckets of pecans we’d get around harvest time. And how I know the fact that if you squeeze two pecans together you don’t need a nutcracker. Cookies, roasted pecans, pralines, pies. Just about anything you could do with a pecan, I’ve been there. LOL. Maybe that’s why I keep an extra bag of pecans in the cabinet at all times. It felt really strange telling Al about his great great uncle while I was cooking. It was such a strong reminder of how much time has passed.