You probably think I should have said cracked, but these almonds, which I picked off the pavement under my neighbour’s tree this afternoon, were smashed with the hammer. The pliers, about thirty years old and kept chiefly for sentimental reasons, were used merely to secure the nut in place. As each shell was opened, I ate the nut inside, while standing. Munching and smashing, munching and smashing. It was great. Almonds like this are not bitter: they are sweet.
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