 | My maiden name is Hazelton. Yvonne Hazelton. Yes, I know, it’s quite a mouthful. |
When kids wanted to tease me, they called me Yvonne Hazelnut. I guess I should be grateful that there was nothing more perverse they could think of. There weren’t any hazelnuts when I grew up in Texas, so kids were just grasping at straws. Nobody knew exactly what a hazelnut was.
Since then, I’ve gotten used to seeing hazelnuts. They show up in my trail mix and are the base for my favorite divine spread of all time, Nutella.
On one of my trips to the produce market last week, I saw these green leafy critters. When I learned that they were fresh hazelnuts, I bought a handful to take home.
Since then, I’ve gotten used to seeing hazelnuts. They show up in my trail mix and are the base for my favorite divine spread of all time, Nutella.
On one of my trips to the produce market last week, I saw these green leafy critters. When I learned that they were fresh hazelnuts, I bought a handful to take home.
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I peeled them and cracked them open by whacking them with the flat side of the cleaver. Delicious!
For once, something green and leafy turned out to be delectable.
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