Last year around this time, I told you about the six small pecan trees that my grandfather bought from Palestine back in the 60′s. They were planted on the curb of my great-grandmother’s house.
It’s time again for the pecan-picking in my family. It is exciting; the drying, the peeling, the cracking, the eating, the freezing, and the sharing with friends and family. We will use this wave of pecan for the rest of the year to make atayef, olaz, brownies, and all other kinds of yummy desserts that taste better with pecan.
I love the pecan-picking season.