Who was it that thought walnuts might be nice to eat? Growing up, our neighbor had a walnut tree, and I remember the nuts being coated by a thick, black outer layer that seemed to grow more and more foul as the nuts ripened. They smelled bad, too. We’d be running around their yard without shoes on, and occasionally squash these slimy, black little sacks of putrid underfoot.
Maybe that was a special kind of walnut tree. I don’t know. But I’d really like to meet the mind that would survey this squelching pocket of foul-smelling slime and go, “Hmm. I wonder what it tastes like.”