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.
You need to make more…practice, practice, practice. And yes, you’re in an elite group; I suggest you start negotiations with your dad now, for whatever, because he’s a sucker for a crack nut!