Cracking walnuts by the wood stove in my grandfather's shop is a precious memory to me.
Grandpa would drive the tractor pulling a little 2 wheel cart with us grand kids in it up a narrow treacherous road to the walnut trees.
There we would fill burlap sacks with unhulled American Black Walnuts.
My modern version is my 4 wheeler and handy cart.
Then the walnuts were pored out in the driveway and run over several times to crush the hulls. Then they would lay there for a few days to dry. Next, grandma would give us gloves so we could pick out the walnuts and hopefully, not stain our hands too badly.
My little cart load netted about 15 gallons of walnuts.
Now the really hard part, cracking the nuts with a hammer.
We use to have grand plans of cracking them and saving the nuts for a snack during a long car trip. I don't think I was ever able to save more than a small handful. They were just too good and had to be eaten as soon as I was able to dig a little nugget out.
My will power is a little better now and I am usually able to save enough to top a sweet potato casserole at Thanksgiving.