I've been enjoying North Carolina mountain grown black walnuts in recent weeks. Mountain grown as in my backyard. This summer I was treated to cherries, this fall its walnuts. If you're not from "round here" you might not have the slightest clue as to how a walnut falls from the tree contained within a big green husk, some the size of a tennis ball. In fact they look like tennis balls. This was new to me. I have only seen walnuts in bags in the stores… the hard brown things we crack open. The hard brown thing we crack open is inside the green tennis ball thing. We'll let that description stand in the absence of more nearly scientific nomenclature. Getting the nut out of the green ball is a trick. Some people run them over with their cars. I used a hammer. As I peeled off the green exterior, my hands proceeded to be stained by what I assume is walnut juice. That’s right, walnut juice. I had no idea it even existed. I do now because its still all over my hands. It doesn’t even come off with gasoline. Not right away anyhow. To make a long story short, I scrubbed down the walnuts and let them dry out a bit in the sun. Mr Squirrel and his posse scoffed more than a few. The rest I continue to eat.