Yuck. This is truly the milk of human unkindness
Almond ‘milk’ melds the sensation of drinking plaster of Paris with the nutritional value of a jelly tot. Amazing
When we moved to a new garden a few years back, I was ecstatic about the large walnut tree. I imagined merry sessions of harvesting, followed by the satisfying conjuring up of walnut-laden meals: pasta with walnuts and cream; walnut and honey pie; walnut dressing. Oh I had a long list in my head, but ignorance is bliss. One season’s “harvest” – if our pathetic haul could be called that – dashed our walnutty aspirations.
Nuts are a bloody nightmare! Well, for urban idiots anyway: the saga of picking them at just the right time (perfectly ripe but not yet mouldy); the stone-age business of shelling them (too much force or force in the wrong spot, and the nut breaks into scraggy bits, half-stuck in the shell’s nooks and crannies); the checking for worms and bugs within the successful lot; the tiny bowl we were left with after hours and hours of work ... all quite disheartening.
I bow down to nut harvesters and farmers now. I get why they cost what they do, even if machinery is involved. I fully understand why there was a time in France when walnuts could be used to pay tithes to the church. Small bag of nuts in exchange for salvation? Sounds fair. ..