My husband and I were talking the other night about those odd little things we associate with the holidays and the subject of nuts came up. So today when I made my colossally big grocery shopping trip I picked up a mix of the Christmas classics (Brazil nuts, walnuts, pecans, and hazelnuts). I beamed with anticipation while I held up the bag of mixed nuts for my husband to see as if I was holding up a fresh kill and saying “look, look what I got for you!”
“Man, why didn’t you get the kind with salt on them.”
“What?” (I was still smiling like an idiot.)
“Some peanuts, with the salt on them.”
“Because that’s not Christmas, #@$%&*” (Again, still smiling like an idiot.)
Despite everyone’s disappointment we still had nuts after dinner. The kids hated them. Sure, it was fun cracking them open and using the little pick to perform meticulous ‘operations,’ but other than that, eh.