We’ve had a bumper crop of pecans this year. Some years are lean, some years are a bust,
but this year the nuts keep dropping.
It’s a wonderful thing. We’ve
been gathering them in since early November.
The first couple of baskets we toted back to Farmville and commenced to
cracking using my dad’s tried and true nutcracker. It’s one of those cylinder types that you
adjust to the nut size and then pull the handle down to make the connection. It works great. That connection cracks the nut and sends
shell fragments to all corners of the room.
Then the real work begins where each nut has to be separated (their two
lobes are attached) and gently scraped of any shell debris. This is serious work because random shell pieces make for a bitter bite.
It’s tedious, if not mindless work.
So you can imagine how delighted we were to discover the “Crackin’
Man.” This fella over in Tyner has this
thingamajig that cracks pecans. It goes
twenty-four-seven this time of year.
It’s a wonder to behold. After
weighing your nuts (he charges per lb. before hulling) he dumps the bucket into
the hopper and the mechanized chain driven action begins. Each nut is pulled through the press and
just the right amount of pressure is applied.
They come out the bottom and drop into a paper bag all ready to go. You still have to do the cleaning up and
picking out, but that goes pretty fast.
We had our 10 pounds cleaned, roasted and packaged up for gift giving in
no time. It’s a pure wonder. Let ‘um keep dropping.
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