First, I got a taste of them through a giant tub I got from santa for Christmas. Those disappeared pretty fast, and I might have forgotten them, except an old friend was in town this past weekend and brought me some more.
Oh pistachios, how I love you.
I am suddenly now back to my evil old ways, hiding them in various secret places and snitching one every so often. When I eat them, I eat them fast, and pieces of them fly everywhere. That means that around my desk at work, where I am not supposed to ever have food, there are little pistachio shells and crumbs that accumulate throughout the day. I'm pretty sure this is how I got the name 'Doctor Pistachio.'