I love pistachios.Â And I don’t just mean to eat.Â Sure, I love that salty dusting and the nutty flavor, but what I love most is cracking them.Â I wouldn’t eat pistachios at all if they always came pre-shelled.Â It takes me 4 counts per nut:Â 1) pick up the pistachio, 2) crack open the shell, 3) pop the nut in my mouth, 4) throw the shell away.Â Pick. Crack. Pop. Throw. 1, 2, 3, 4.Â 1 2 3 4. 1234.Â I love the rhythm, the repetition.Â So much so that I’ll eat an entire bag and not even notice.Â Good thing they’re good for me.