Mixed Nuts

Like a can of mixed nuts! That’s how I feel about Valentine’s Day. When I was growing up, those cans of Planter’s Mixed Nuts® would magically appear once or twice a year in the living room. At first glance, they looked like the regular dark blue can of roasted salted peanuts, easy for me to ignore, peanuts were never my “fave.” (Why I love peanut butter but can live in the same house with a can of roasted salted peanuts without any temptation for noshing on them still mystifies me). But this can, upon closer inspection, was the bonus can of “Mixed Nuts.” If I was lucky to get to the can before my dad, there may be some filberts left. I LOVED the filberts. If I got there before my sister, I could still “score” some pecans. But the true treasures for me were the cashews. Even rarer was finding a cashew in its entirety and not just a chip of the crescent or a split half; but the full cashew.

Peanuts, Cashews, Walnuts, and Filberts
Mixed Nuts

I believe my earliest experience in mindful eating came the first time I ate a cashew. It was the perfect combination of salt, crunch, flavor and texture. They were sweet and salty, and at the same time, rich with a smoothness of oily, munchy, goodness. YUM. But mostly, the can of mixed nuts was stuffed with peanuts, and someone else always seemed to get the cashews and I was left feeling somewhat”¦empty”¦disappointed”¦and craving something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

Valentine’s Day over the years has meant many things to me. Before I went to school, it was an art project that my mom and I did together, cutting out lacy doilies and scribbling over the textured paper with red waxy crayons to see what shapes came out on the white paper beneath it. Then my mom would do the most amazing thing. She would fold the piece of paper in half and cut the paper and when she was finished; she would reveal a heart, filled with my scribbles. I couldn’t understand how she could cut a piece of paper and still have it come out as a full piece and not split in half.

Valentine’s Day was about miracles with my mom and it was indeed a cashew.

Later on, once in school, Valentine’s Day was about bringing valentines to every kid in your class and your teacher. The first year, I remember diligently cutting out valentine after valentine (my mom having taught me the scissor trick), and bringing them into school eager to hand them out. To my horror, everyone else had brought in Snow White or Sleeping Beauty Valentines, glittery, each in their own perfect tiny envelope; except the one for the teacher which was much larger.

My valentines were the peanuts and I left school that day feeling somewhat”¦empty”¦disappointed”¦and craving something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

In junior high, while the tradition continued to bring in the mass marketed valentines, now available in super heroes, Barbie, and Charlie Brown versions, what was written on the back of the valentine was the true valentine. Most of them were just “peanuts” signed by the person who, like I, had used the class list and written name after name on each card, so as not to leave any one out or hurt someone’s feelings. But once in a while, you would get a note on the back that was different.

To the prettiest girl in Homeroom, Love, Gary

Wow”¦that was a cashew, a filbert and pecan all rolled up in one!!!

Can of Planter's Mixed Nuts lying on its side

Into adulthood and Valentine’s Day became about true love, romantic love, intimate, sexy, hot, passionate love. And of course if that was not in your life, it became about, why am I alone? Why don’t I have a valentine? Where is my Gary now?

“If I were thinner, I’d have a Valentine,” I would think to myself as I mindlessly and angrily ate a piece of heart shaped candy that was given out at the hospital where I worked. This whole February 14th thing is just a Hallmark® opportunity to sell cards and make money.


When my son was three, he and I sat at the kitchen table dutifully making valentines for all of the kids in his preschool. Surrounded by doilies, red crayons and construction paper, we scribbled, cut, and pasted enough valentines for each and every kid in his group and made special bigger ones for his teachers. I showed him how to fold a piece of paper in half and cut it so it came out in ONE piece shaped like a heart. His eyes were wide with wonder and glee. We used glitter and stickers and he made one extra for himself. I smiled when I saw that. It had never occurred to me to make a valentine for myself, but somehow it felt right.

When I dropped him off the next morning, all of the other kids were marching in with their arms full of valentines. Some were homemade some store bought, I grinned. I left feeling somewhat”¦full”¦hopeful”¦and satiated”¦as if I had had my fill of cashews. It was clear to me that here was a place for diversity of expression. There was no “One Size Fits All” requirement for the valentine cards and I felt my heart expand with relief knowing that my son would fit in; but more importantly, that he had listened to his heart and created the valentines that he wanted to. Stretching a metaphor here? Perhaps, but next week is Valentine’s Day and whatever that means to you, whether we like it or not, we will be bombarded by the media’s message that it has to do with buying the right gift, and being loved or lovable enough. I say, it is about connection. And the most important connection we can make is with ourselves. That is not selfish, that is not narcissistic, and that is not arrogance. It is healthy. The most important valentine we can receive is the one we give ourselves, from a place of self-love and self-acceptance.  Then we can open up to the love of others and be able to love others as well. Learning that from my three-year-old son was the best valentine I ever received.

Would you like a cashew? There are plenty to go around.

Til Next Time,

Dr. Deah

Remember, National Eating Disorders Awareness Week is February 24-March 2; please help to spread the word.

A heart shape made of nuts.
I’m Nuts about Me!

By Dr. Deah Schwartz

Dr. Deah Schwartz, clinician, educator, and author specializes in Expressive Arts Therapies, Eating Disorders and Body Image. Deah is the Co Author of the NAAFA award winning Off-Broadway Play, Leftovers, and its companion DVD/Workbook Set. An outspoken “New Yawker,” Deah believes that it is everyone’s responsibility to point out and eliminate size discrimination even when it means battling the mainstream media, and even worse, family members! To find out more about Dr. Deah’s work or to book a session visit her website at

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