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Walnuts Change Clothes for the Winter

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I hated walnuts until I moved to Tulare County.  We couldn’t have been relocated into a better place than when my first husband and I moved here August 1, 1985, a month prior to the beginning of walnut harvesting season.  After about 3 months of blistering hot weather, and by that I mean temperatures of 105+ F or 40.55 C, walnuts are ready to come down from their lofty perches.  We rented an old adobe house centered between two walnut groves.

Nobody told me how they got walnuts out of the trees.  Walnut trees put up with a lot from us humans.  Have you ever been in so much trouble that your authority person took you by the shoulders and shook you?  That’s what large equipment, called a shaker, does to each and every walnut tree.  Do you know what is in the trees besides walnuts?

Of course you do.  Dust.  There is so much dust in the air that even the leaves can’t breathe.  Maybe the trees are grateful for the shake-up.  Leaves are much more tenacious than walnuts, however, and they stay put through the process.  Walnut husks let loose of most of their walnuts and drop them nicely into a large dump truck following the shaker machine.  I almost got pictures of that happening this fall, but guess what?  Forgot my camera – AGAIN!  The amount of dust that filled the air would have horrified those of you who think the sky is blue.  It isn’t in September.  It’s brownish-blue.  Even the clouds hide when the dust is flying.

In the days when we lived in the walnut groves, I had all the walnuts I ever wanted.  After the shakers came, the gleaners gleaned.  They took some of the walnuts that were left on the ground where the shaker didn’t aim very well, and missed the dump truck.  After the gleaners finished, the walnut trees dropped the rest of their walnuts sporadically throughout the winter.

One warm day in November I headed into the grove for my daily walk.  Lying on the ground were piles and piles of left-over walnuts that everybody had missed.  In all the months we had lived there (4), I didn’t realize that walnuts had connoisseurs that weren’t human, but they did.  Even after a month of picking them I had not met a non-human walnut-lover, but on this particular day I met them.  At first I picked up just a walnut or two, and carried them in my hands.  Then I got greedy.  I didn’t have a container with me, so I used my blouse, and just made a little sling out of the front of it, and started loading it with walnuts.  Here and there I bent down, and added more and more walnuts to my nifty cotton t-shirt/bag.  (Yes, I was literally a 30 year-old bag lady.)

With my blouse filled with walnuts, I started itching a little.  I couldn’t scratch because I was carrying all those walnuts, and that took both hands.  Walking faster and faster I still was quite a ways from our house, when I realized what was happening.  I disturbed these  inhumane feasters by stealing their walnuts and jostling them. They came out of the walnut shell to check things out.  Obviously they didn’t like what they saw, and decided to scare me away from their dinner by biting me instead.  Hundreds of them, tiny red ants swarmed out of the shells, into the folds of my blouse, up and over the fabric, right onto my tummy, and up across the top to my neck.  Once I saw the little red devils, I dropped those walnuts, and brushed ants off me as I dashed towards the house.  I couldn’t fill the bathtub fast enough.

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So when I was on my drive, December 4th admiring the beautiful red leaves of the vineyard across the street, the walnut trees, my old friends, called out to me,  “Marsha Lee,  don’t just look at those withered up old grape vines.  We’re pretty, too. Take our pictures.”

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How do you resist a plea like that?  (Even if I did think they sort of looked like they were wearing the Emperor’s New Clothes.)  I didn’t tell them that, of course.

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A left-over. Beware of ants!!

How I get rid of ants, and got walnuts ready to eat:

  • Heat walnuts in the shell in an oven heated to about 200 degrees.  When you start smelling hair, you can turn off the over, but I still leave them in there.  (About an hour or two.  I never had any walnuts seem over done.  If you don’t roast them a bit they are kind of chewy.
  • Shell the walnuts.  This is a great TV watching  activity.
  • Store walnuts in the freezer.  They keep for a long time.

I always had WAY more walnuts than I could have used in a lifetime.  I don’t have any left, but I’ve probably had all the walnuts I can stomach for a lifetime anyway.  I do miss having them in my back yard, though.

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Today’s featured blog is new to me, Algarve Blog.  I was first attracted to the beautiful header, but I read further.  Algarve posts about Portuguese culture, among other things.  This interests me since one of my good friends is Portuguese, and I learned a little about Christmas traditions in Portugal.  You will find a wonderful article about Santas when you read about the Food Bank project.  These Santas are athletic.  I think you will enjoy this beautiful and informative site.

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    • Thanks Naomi. We have wind machines here today to keep the oranges from freezing, so we are in the full throes of winter now!! Are you ready for Christmas? Marsha 🙂

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    • We had a nutcracker almost like that – of course, they all pretty much look alike!!! Nice article. Thanks for sharing it with me. I actually am not THAT crazy about walnuts. I like pecans better. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Looks like you have an interesting blog, so I’ll be following your blog now, too. Marsha 🙂

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    • Response to Askance Ants

      The ants went askew,
      As everyone knew,
      They would when the heat was applied.

      They didn’t turn blue,
      When I went to the loo,
      They dried up, and nobody cried.

      The pile of dirt
      And fiberous skirt
      Wrapped ’round the shell melted away.

      Together with ants
      Left a mess in the pans (not PANTS!)
      Which I cleaned up and threw away.

      So mourn them no more
      They’re no longer sore.
      The walnuts were yummy, yum, yum.

      Marsha Lee 🙂

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  1. I, too, picked up fresh walnuts, got my hands all stained and then picked up a handful of grapes from the vines. what a combination- the taste of raw walnuts and freshly picked grapes.

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    • Ah yes, I forgot about the staining part. I never did my nails in those days. It wouldn’t have done any good. And today I don’t have any fingerprints, and now I remember why. Too much scrubbing to get the walnut stains out. I had a friend who actually worked her walnut grove, and her hands were permanently stained around the fingernails. Thanks for the reminder – hahaha !! Marsha 🙂

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    • Thanks, I’m glad you liked it. They are still not my favorites. I prefer pecans, but it was fun having them and giving them away to people because most people love them. I only ate them when I roasted them. They are really good for high cholesterol, I’ve heard. Marsha 🙂

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    • It was pretty dumb of me, but I had no experience with walnuts, or any nut before! Living in a walnut grove was a great place for ants. They got into our attic and ate up all our Christmas ornaments one time. We got the box down, and it was buzzing!!! Literally! Almost all that was left were a few pieces of fuzz and some broken ornament chips! Spring cleaning came early that year. Marsha 🙂

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Hi, I'm Marsha Ingrao, a retired educator and wife of a retired realtor. My all-consuming hobby is blogging and it has changed my life. My friends live all over the world. In November 2020, we sold everything and retired to the mile-high desert of Prescott, AZ. We live less than five miles from the Granite Dells, four lakes, and hundreds of trails with our dog, Kalev, and two cats, Moji and Nutter Butter. Vince's sister came with us and lives close by. Every day is a new adventure.

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