In the village, you sometimes have to work for your food. These almonds required multiple steps of undressing before they could be enjoyed, but my gosh was it worth it. I ended up with a handful of nuts & a bucket of remains. Yiayia told stories of how she used to sneak off to the almond trees with another little boy in the village. They would fill their aprons with nuts, then sit under the tree that was the farthest from the man watching over them. After peeling & eating as many as they could, they would dig holes & bury the remains so no one would suspect a thing. I'm still looking for an almond tree in New York.
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