When I was young (in Ohio), my family would fill several big burlap bags with black walnuts. Dad would dump them out in the back of our gravel driveway and drive his riding mower over them to knock off the green husks. My sisters and I would walk over them over the next few days so that they could roll around and dry. Then we’d gather the dry nuts in the burlap bags and use them over the next year. If we wanted brownies or a cake with nuts, Mom sent us outside to crack nuts. My sisters and I would sit outside and crack the nuts on concrete blocks with a hammer. Those were the best of times.
When I was young (in Ohio), my family would fill several big burlap bags with black walnuts. Dad would dump them out in the back of our gravel driveway and drive his riding mower over them to knock off the green husks. My sisters and I would walk over them over the next few days so that they could roll around and dry. Then we’d gather the dry nuts in the burlap bags and use them over the next year. If we wanted brownies or a cake with nuts, Mom sent us outside to crack nuts. My sisters and I would sit outside and crack the nuts on concrete blocks with a hammer. Those were the best of times.