Nuts, wine and bread
I listened as my friend Ada swept and gathered Acorns off her driveway. She heatedly complained about the worthlessness of the nuts that fell from the Oak tree that grew nearby. “Don’t the squirrels eat them?” I asked, thinking of my backyard walnut tree and developing a new respect for the squirrels that pick it clean each fall. “We don’t have any squirrels,” she responded with venomous emphasis as she continued to sweep. “I wonder if Acorns are edible.” I said, trying to be helpful. Later that evening the subject of the Acorns came up again and we decided to find out if there could be a purpose beyond the irritation of crunching groun...