I think I can blame my peanut addiction on my father-in-law, Roger. Whenever we are together late at night, he brings out the salted-in-the-shell peanuts. Now, I’m hooked and I cannot go to bed until I have had a handful. These peanuts had to stand still and pose while several of their less fortunate comrades were eaten by the artist. I might have spared them completely, but I think my children ate them later.