I love Brazil nuts. When I was a kid, they called them ******* toes. I remember me dancing around the cart in P & C begging my mom for said toes. The mother driving the shopping cart next to us was, uhmm, not white. My poor mom. She was mortified. I remember overhearing her retell the story to Dad that night. He kinda chuckled as he thought of her face when the poor other mother looked at her as I was obliviously dancing around the cart. We never referred to them as that, again. All the sudden they were Brazil nuts.
*This is a cute story about my past which needs no moderating from the peanut gallery.