Tracking the Toasty Scent

I slid down the metal chair leg straight to the smooth floor and immediately caught a warm, nutty aroma drifting down the hall. Following my nose at a brisk jog, I crossed into the kitchen and skidded to a halt right near the pantry baseboard. Resting on the wood was a whole, intact roasted peanut shell, nearly as long as my entire torso! I planted my boots wide, gripped the bumpy, ridged shell firmly with both hands, and hoisted it clean up against my chest. It smelled wonderfully rich and toasty, and carrying this hearty prize around felt like the best kind of training!