Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Nut and Shell, Carol Bove

When I was in Argentina, they served up unshelled peanuts every time we ordered a beer. It forces you to work a little harder for the reward, and so you savor it more in the end. Now that I'm home, I buy unshelled peanuts by the pound and pretend I'm still in Argentina.

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