Today after dinner, we all sat around the table and chatted about our day while cracking the hazelnuts we had collected two years earlier, with my two daughters, now aged three and five.
We had gathered them in the park by Anne Frank’s original house in Amsterdam. There are two rows of tall, mature hazelnut trees along the walkways bordering the sidewalk, and we just scooped the nuts up. Leah was just a year old, so I guess my big helper was Anika, three years old at the time. She still remembers it. And so do I – it was my first urban hazelnut harvest.