It's frustrating when you go to Missouri, buy a bag of cracked pecans from a guy on the side of the road, drive them 15 hours home, spend 2 nights cracking them for 2 cups of pecans, putting them in homemade granola, just to have a daughter gently say, "I don't care for this." And said daughter having a cold so I can't risk eating after her.
I know. My life is hard.
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