Ever since I was a kid, I have memories of my mom doing just this - squatting on a tile floor cracking walnuts with a hammer (= I just about DIED the other night when I heard the familiar sound, and there was mom squatting on the floor with some walnuts a neighbor had given us. In Hong Kong she would be behind our kitchen door, here she was down by the side door near our freezer and the hardware cabinet. (freezer almost empty, hardward cabinet still on the "honey-do" list).
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