When I lived in Australia as a child, we had a massive almond tree in the garden. Mum used to collect the almonds by the washing basket-full. Evenings were spent with nut crackers in hand over a waste bucket. Mountains of almonds became pounds and pounds of proper home-made marzipan, amongst much other gorgeousness, and I am still addicted to marzipan to this day, fifty years later. Don't offer me that artificial gunk from a shop, though, when a packet of almonds, an egg and some sugar produces a little taste of heaven so easily.
Anyway, isn't this thread about testicles?