Last week, the hubby was looking for something to snack on, so I pulled out the bag. And then I started snacking on them. Even though I don't really like them.
Then, the pistachio recall happened. I emailed Whole Paycheck immediately to find out if these pistachios were also recalled a few days ago, and I still haven't heard back, so I don't know if they're safe. I totally understand that under our current food system, it takes a million years to track down the source of food (it shouldn't, but that's a whole nother post!). So, these pistachios sit on my desk, staring at me every time I use the computer, begging me to eat them. And, for some reason, they sound really good. I think it's only because they are there, and I can't have them, that I crave them.
Right now, they're calling my name, "Christina, eat me! Eat me! What are the odds I'll make you sick?"
I have to go away now, simply because I can't handle the siren song.