Let me rephrase that. Ken just loves nuts – all types of nuts. And I’m not speaking of people, although he DID marry me.
When he comes home at night, Ken grabs a handful of nuts to tide him over until we have dinner. (Which is usually seconds away.)
The nuts may be roasted and salted, dry toasted, or even raw, in a pinch. It doesn’t matter. Ken loves them all.
When he saw me getting out big bags of nuts and tossing some into a roasting pan he was very interested. And it was a great and easy experiment.