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In my family a jar of pickled walnuts was always part of the basket of delicacies that only ever appeared at Christmas.

But if you are a fan of the humble walnut, then this might offer you a different take on them....

Orahovac

Now my dear old pa-in law used to make his own, and I spent many a happy night back in my bacchanalian days, sipping on a glass or three in the sultry heat of long Dalmatian evenings. Worth seeking out if you like your booze a little different.
 
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