Warm Nuts

I am reaping the rewards of lots and lots of travel last year.  One of the best perks, is Gold status with my favorite airline.  Status, means earlier boarding, and if I am lucky a seat in first class.  As a late middle age fat man, the two by two seating in first class certainly beats the three by three seating in coach.  I have relatively short legs, so leg room is not the biggest issue for me, but shoulder and butt room is nice.  

In addition, in first class, the flight attendants call you by name.  Bring you a drink before take off, booze is not extra.  It is probably just my imagination, but I think the wine is better in first class, than it is in the back of the bus.  There is food in first class, a few weeks ago I wrote about a hot breakfast. On my most recent ride up front, it was late evening and there was a delightful small plate of olives, pickled-something, prosciutto and salami.  But what really made me go -oh-ahh - was warm nuts.*  I asked for a glass of white wine.  It came in a monogrammed glass - a real glass-glass.  And along with it came a small white porcelain bowl of mixed nuts, warm nuts.  I swooned, I may need to start warming my nuts at home.  

I got warm nuts on the return flight also, I like warm nuts. 

Do you like warm nuts?  

*Yes, Warrior Queen, I was thinking of you when I wrote this, I know what your comment will be!