I was home, and so were the pistachios. I looked at them and they stared back. They knew their lives were coming to an end, and what a delicious end it was going to be. This is the day every pistachio patiently waits around for, the moment to be used in a mouth-watering, buttery, and delicious dessert.
As I laid them out on the cutting board and began to cut into them, they released their heavenly scent into the air, begging to be chopped up some more...
Okay, enough with the Fifty Shades of Pistachios, time to make some cookies!