What to do when you’re dying of homesickness? Make Joan’s crack nuts, obviously.

Mine are not one tenth as amazing as hers, but all that means is they’re only a little bit really really good. Sweet, salty, spicy. (I hold the recipe, I feel I’m part of a very elite club.)

I’ve finished half the jar in the time it took to write these four sentences, that should tell you something about ’em.