A Pecan Story.

We all love pecans, right?  We put pecans in everything we bake...well, almost everything,

Pecan pie, cookies, cakes, brownies, cinnamon rolls, Better Than Sex Dessert,  ya....pretty much everything.

If you have purchased pecans recently, you know they are pricey. 

 They are Higher than a cat's back.  (our standard phrase for pricey)

There are many, many perks to being married to an Okie.  One perk, I wasn't expecting, is....I haven't bought pecans in eleven years.  Since the day we were married, my sweet mother-in-law, and grandmother-in-law, have graciously provided me with bags, and bags of pecans.

They spend hours on their hands and knees picking up the little jewels.  Then they spend hours and hours cracking and cleaning out the shells.

On our Thanksgiving trip, I was thrilled to get to participate in the "picking up" part.

For those of you who may be new around here, my little helper is my great-nephew.  He has been my "right-hand man" since the day he was born :)

It was a fun assignment, and we ended up with several bags full of loot.  I'm tellin' ya, there's gold inside these shells.

Fortunately, there was not time for me to help with shelling and cleaning ;)  Actually, we will be going back over New Year's, so I'm sure they will save some for me to do.

I'll let you know how that goes....