The girls, via some kids’ grapevine that totally passed me by, have discovered the rewards of pine nuts for themselves. They seem to know exactly which type of pine cones to look for and after every riding lesson come back with two or three trophies and then set about harvesting the pine nuts for themselves. I then set about sweeping the loose pine nuts and pine cone bits from the car seat.
In case you also grew up in a deprived country that didn't grow and harvest its own pine nuts, with the help of my children, I have put together an illustrated guide to the intricacies of harvesting them:
Sophisticated tools are needed to extract the pine kernels.
For just twenty minutes hard work, you have your own deli sachet of fresh pinoli for free! Now I just need to work on the children to harvest some for me, so I can cook with them. I can see accusations of slave labour being heaped upon me very soon! These were all consumed within minutes for their snack time.
Yummy - funnily enough I also discovered them in Italy when I was au pairing there !
ReplyDeleteI love to read your posts, although I am English I grew up in Cape Town (Fish Hoek) and miss it daily - especially in winter !!
Have a great day !
Vanessa
I remember finding pine cones on the then-untarred road close to my home in Brackenfell, Cape Town many many moons ago. I loved eating the soft sweet nut and haven't seen them for ages. None here in Egypt, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteI remember nibbling a few of these as a kid and looking for "the right pine cones"! Great that some things that kids do have not changed over the years...
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