Hanging frost peanuts

Food is good for memory, isn't it? Many years later, you say what you like to eat, and many times you just love the best memories you've ever known and remember the first time you ate an iced peanut to sell pears with your mother. When I was a kid, I planted pear trees, every spring, thousands of trees, pear flowers, snow. The pear's ripe. 'Cause Mom's in charge, she's a flower-sniffer, she's a good-looking pear, and she's big and he weighs two pounds. Pears are good-looking, they're good-looking, and Mom gives them a part of it, and leaves some zero. Around mid-autumn, one afternoon at home. Mom says, "Go, sell me pears!" She's actually joking. She doesn't let us in on farming. As soon as I hear it, I'm interested. That's it. I'll take my mother's tricycle to the village to sell pear. It was a little late that day, the sun was coming down, and the pear was still on sale. But it's okay, just a little bit. At that time, a grandfather who sold cookies, peanuts and other tweezers, pulled a carriage and asked for it in that village. I've got a long neck, I've seen people's carriages, and Mom's seen me like that, and she asks if I want to eat, and I'm sorry and she says no. Mom smiles, calls out the trucker and trades our pears for his snacks. Mom changed me a lot of snacks that I used to eat when I was a kid, not so sweet as a fragrance, with creamed peanuts, weird peanuts, and red nuts! I was sitting by the wagon when I talked to my grandpa. After that, every time I ate a snack, I remembered that the sunset was getting red, and there was a flatbed car with all kinds of plastic bags, full of snacks..