I need a day off from posting photos about how my neck of the woods is turning into Antarctica, so let’s switch things up a bit.
They say a person can become addicted to crack cocaine after using only one or two times. I am quite certain that the addictive lure of crack pales in comparison to that of the pistachio nut.
While at the grocery store the other day (buying supplies before the blizzard started, and, oh, hey, would you look at that, I am talking about snow again), I made an impulse buy: a 1-pound bag of pistachios. Seventy two hours later, the contents of that bag are gone.
I highly advise anyone who wishes to be even the least bit productive to not place on their desk a 1-pound bag of pistachios—not unless that person is willing to trade in their productivity for a compulsion to crack and eat and crack and eat and crack and eat and I swear I’m only going to crack and eat one more of these and then I won’t reach back in the bag and grab another handful of pistachios like I’m doing right now even though I told myself I wouldn’t and yum let me continue to crack and eat and crack and eat …
Temptation, thy name is “Pistachio Nut”!