French Walnuts.

I completely forgot about wet walnuts last year. The French do some things well. Wet-ones have just come back to the Green Grocers this week, so I am eating for two years. As a small child, I remember seeing racks of walnuts at a farm in Hampshire. The same day, my brother fell into an ice covered pond and I rescued him. I was concerned because he had a small toy of mine in his pocket. Strange how memories interact!