Southerners love and baby their pecan trees. And picking up the pecans every fall is a true Southern rite of passage. Some of my earliest memories involve helping my great-aunt Polly pick up pecans in her yard or at the family home-place.
My girls also started early at Aunt Grace’s, each of them with their pecan pickin’ buckets—kind of like a Southern fall version of an Easter egg hunt.
These pecans will be cracked by hand or by a “professional” who lives down the road and has a machine. The hulls will be painstakingly picked clean from the meat. And these beauties will make their way into pies, casseroles, divinity candy, and entrees from church homecomings to Thanksgiving to Christmas celebrations.
(Which may be why Erin brings this gourmet coffee with her onto the Navajo Rez.)
What’s your favorite coffee flavor?
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