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.
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