pistachios ancasa.reyn i never had pistachios as a kid then i fell in love with alice and one saturday afternoon we ate pistachios at her grandmother's mobile park home i can't say that i've loved them ever since but i most definitely love them now especially the spicey ones just now i looked across the street to safeway and thought hmmm... 250724 ... ovenbird A favourite snack of my mother’s. They used to dye them red. A bright mask to hide imperfections in the shell so they would be more appealing to picky consumers. My mother ate them in bed. Two bowls. One for nuts, one for shells. Her fingers were stained for days. Sometimes she let me taste one. I remember the dry clack of discarded hulls, the smear of carmine, like lipstick, across my face, the way my mother flipped channels during commercials, the papery pistachio skin stuck between my teeth, the elemental taste of salt. 260615 what's it to you? who go blather from