Tag: pistachio

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