I grew up in the 1950s and ʻ60s in a small town in northern Illinois. Brazil nuts were available at a local grocery store, in a bin labeled ʻN … Toes.’ No one seemed to be aware of any other name for them until the mid-sixties, when the sign on the bin was changed. I donʻt honestly know if that term was widely used in the retail grocery business, or was the choice of our local grocer, but I do know that it persisted for some time after most people seemed to have dropped the ʻN-wordʻ from their casual conversation.