Cracking the Armor

My stomach let out a fierce growl for midday fuel the moment I hopped up onto the slatted patio bench! Resting on the warm cedar wood was a dry, textured peanut shell, clamped shut like an armored vault. I dropped into a wide horse stance, planted my boots firmly against the timber, and brought both clasped fists straight down onto the central ridge! CRACK! The tough husk fractured with a crisp snap, splitting cleanly apart to reveal two smooth, golden kernels inside. Breaking open solid rations with my own power is the best midday victory!