August 15, 2012

I dream of pistachios

I keep thinking about them -- pistachios, wonderful pistachios. Your body sends you messages and I think this is one. I must be missing a crucial element that can only be found in pistachios. On the other hand, this could be a message from dog. You never know, in this mystical, fairytale world we inhabit. Why, just the other day, the popey guy's secretary turned into the Holy Ghost. Anything can happen! I think dog wants me to eat them -- for some reason that only his all-knowing mind can grasp. Yes, I think that's definitely what this is all about.

Thinking about pistachios reminded me that they used to be red, and the color would get all over your fingers and lips when you ate them. Dog, that was fun! But why did they do that? Why put a color on a nice, white pistachio when you know it will run all over your customers' faces?

Wikipedia says:
The shell of the pistachio is naturally a beige color, but it is sometimes dyed red or green in commercial pistachios. Originally, dye was applied by importers to hide stains on the shells caused when the nuts were picked by hand. Most pistachios are now picked by machine and the shells remain unstained, making dyeing unnecessary except to meet ingrained consumer expectations.
I must go buy some. I haven't seen red ones in years, but that's what I want. I won't feel like I ate pistachios unless my lips and fingertips turn red. Mmmmm. (But I totally don't get how the shells were stained through the process of hand-picking. You'd think a machine might cause problems, but a nice soft hand wouldn't. Just saying.)

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