Every now and then, however, an acquaintance moves up to a full-fledged friend. We spend a little more time together, discover previously unknown qualities about them, and then suddenly the kitchen needs to make room to store more of this new friend.
I have recently gone through this leveling up of friendship with walnuts. I hadn't been anti-walnut, previously. Just a bit meh about them - only using them when it seemed necessary. Now I am bringing home bags chock full of them and dumping them into the large bowl that has now been converted to full-time nut holding and taking up valuable kitchen space. I can't get enough of their sweetly bitter, fatty taste. I love that satisfying feeling of successfully cracking open that hard shell. I love the sound of the shell breaking. And I especially love excavating that craggy, brain-like nut meat. I love it all. I'm sad that I missed out on valuable walnut time for so long, but I have been busily making up for all that lost time together. I do believe that my new-found friendship with walnuts will be a long, fruitful one.