Ode to Pistachio


They sit on our kitchen counter, available yet forbidden. You see, pistachios aren’t allowed in my diet this month. It’s all I can do sometimes not to pop the lid off their clear container, and shuck little wooden shells off those delectable green nuggets inside. I watch my husband with envy as he absent-mindedly snacks over the trash can, litter falling like the premature leaves turning on trees outside.

No, I can only hover beyond their barrier, the treasure chest of walls reflecting endless riches consumed in the not-too-distant future. Just wait until the end of the month, pistachios.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

4 thoughts on “Ode to Pistachio

  1. You are a brave woman. I’d have covered them in black crepe. But what a good photo — the way they taunt with that grin-like opening — what an eloquent visual commentary on temptation.

    I laughed out loud when I saw the title. Not a good thing to do when one is sipping coffee.

    1. What a great idea, Kheleya! I could see a whole myth or fable unfolding with Pistachio, although that name is so synonymous with Christmas treats and summer ice cream that I would have a hard time seeing him as a tyrant. Thanks for reading!

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