No, it's not a pet name for Miguel.
Yesterday morning Miguel was a happy man. His day started with his usual routine of watering his gardens, followed by a trip to the mercado to buy our daily supplies. On the way home we encountered the plant lady and Miguel bought 5 plants. New plants always make Miguel happy.
Back home we prepared a delicious and healthy breakfast, after which Miguel took his newspaper to the hammock for a read and possibly a short siesta. Then Miguel made a quick run to the apartment where his daughter gave him a packet of Kranky Nuts and a small candy bar.
When he got back home, Miguel handed me a packet of Kranky Nuts and ate the other packet. I commented at the time on the English meaning of the word 'cranky'. Miguel ate the Kranky Nuts and then, while I was working inside, he tackled cleaning the front terrace and windows. Still happy.
As part of cleaning the front terrace, Miguel cleaned the front door by spraying it with the hose. Water was coming into the living room under the door, and I knocked on the door to let him know. Not so happy now.
It was downhill from there on. My happy man, for no reason I could relate to, turned into a cranky person. His belly was full, he'd had his siesta, he'd bought plants...there was no excuse for the cranky mood other than the Kranky Nuts.
Turns out Cerveza is an antidote for Kranky Nuts. This morning Miguel is back to his cheery self. I'd better hide the other packet of Kranky Nuts before he eats them...can't take a cranky man in the house two days in a row!