The bouchees with nuts are the first love of my son. He didn’t childishly fall in love of any kindergarten classmate, did not secretly love his kindergarten teacher, but he fell in love with the bouchees with nuts. He used to call them, when he was about 3, “mushenuce” and later, when he was about 12, he used to say that the bouchees made by me “have a divine taste” and that in the Garden of Eden was definitely a nut, not an apple. And his wife thinks the same.