I'd like to introduce to a little somethin' special: My pecan tree. That's right - I have a pecan tree! Mine, all mine!
I've never had a tree before and I'm pretty excited about it, if you can't tell. Unfortunately, I didn't know I had a nut tree until after buckets full of pecan pods were tossed in the trash - didn't want to break the lawn mower on those darned alien pods littering the lawn.
Luckily my new neighbor across the street saw everything and came over to chat. Our conversation went something like this:
My new neighbor: So have you eaten any pa-cawns yet?
Me: Uh... what?
My new neighbor: Pa-cawns. From your tree. Right there. See? There's tons of pa-cawns all over your lawn.
Me: Pecans? I have a pecan tree?
My new neighbor: A what?
Me: A pecan tree. You just said I had one.
My new neighbor: A what? A Peeee-can?
Me: Yeah. A pecan.
My new neighbor: You mean a pa-cawn.
Oh. Right. A pa-cawn. Silly me. When in Texas, right? So we all stood out there on my front path, stamping the pecan shells and eating while we talked. They are goooood!
And after that, I grabbed my little helper monkeys and we started scooping and saving our pecans in a bucket in the kitchen, like little squirrels (who, by the way, are pissed that we've moved in and invaded their winter nut stash).
Next on my list of things to do: Learn how to make a pecan pie!