My Special Nuts Were Thrown Away!

About six weeks ago, I received in my farm share about three cups of peanuts still in the shell. I put them in a bowl and Beloved and I began munching on them.

"What's wrong with these?," he asked.

"They're from the farm share," I said. "You know, they're organic."

"No," he corrected. "They're raw."

Oh.

So, I looked up a recipe to roast peanuts (very simple), roasted them, and brought some of them out, still warm. We had a couple more and were underwhelmed. But I knew immediately who would love them: my parents. Knowing they were coming for a visit in the next six weeks or so, I put them in a bowl on the counter. Every week, I'd taste one or two to make sure they weren't going bad. They weren't—in fact, they were getting better.

On Monday night, I tried a couple and even said--out loud, to myself--"Mmmm-mmm, MAN these peanuts are good." I was excited, because my parents are arriving on Friday.

So, you can imagine my surprise last night (Tuesday) when I saw the bowl on the counter, empty.

"Hey!," I hollered. "What happened to my peanuts?"

"I threw them away," came the response.

Thereupon followed a type of conversation that happens all across the world every single day: What do you mean? What do you mean, what do I mean—I threw them away. Did you eat them? Why would I say I threw them away if I ate them? Why did you throw them away? They were old. No, they were good, there's a difference, and I was saving those for my parents. Why would they want them? Because they're good! Silence. Pause. Those were my special nuts!

I still can't believe it. My special nuts, thrown away.