My favorite gift from my grandmother and my maiden aunt who lives with her came today.
Hand-shelled pecans. (and some walnuts from the back yard)
They arrived in carefully labeled ziploc freezer bags, packed in tea towels and bubble wrap, inside an airtight styrofoam cooler, inside a tight-fitting cardboard box marked 'fragile.'
My aunt sent me an email, anxiously asking if they were alright. If they had made the trip.
Oh how I love 'em.