I love nuts:
filberts, mixednutl.jpgpeanuts, almonds, cashews. Everyday I
eat two Brazil nuts to help ensure that my prostate doesn’t grow to
the size of a small cantaloupe by the time of age to be an AARP
member. Nuts are nutritious, delicious and even preventative.

When I was a kid, for Christmas I’d ask for nuts: cans, jars,
and bags. God’s honest truth I wanted nuts. Friends would go to
Hawaii and knew to horde those little packages of airline Macadamia
nuts, each enough to house a maximum of two and a half of the
white, marble-sized nuggets. They’d leave the airplane with an
airsickness bag or two full of the “Oahu peanut”.

The only nut I stay away from is the Corn Nut. Who do they think
they’re fooling? I may be dumb, but I’m no idiot. I know the
difference between a meaty nut borne of two half shells and a dried
up vegetable kernel hard enough to chip a molar.

But, my favorite is the pistachio. The pistachio is the George
Hamilton of the nuts: east to open, perfect mouth-popping size, and
so much flavor packed into such a small package. I was such a fan
of the pistachio as a young teen, that instead of locking the
liquor in the cabinet above the stove, my mom hid the pistachios
there. And, she knew I’d still get to them. So, she always bought
the red kind.

“Did you get into the pistachios again, Leon?”


“Let me see your hands.”

No amount of scrubbing would remove the scarlet evidence from my
fingers. Nail polish remover, turpentine, battery acid, nothing. My
mom would punish me by making me eat all of the pistachio shells,
which, by the way, were pretty tasty, too.

So I’m at the grocery store last Sunday and I spot my favorite
item just outside the deli: a woman wearing loose-fitting plastic
gloves at a folding table. That’s music to my eyes, because that
means surprise snacks to break up my Sunday morning grocery
shopping. This woman had a basketful of Halloween-size Nerd boxes
of pistachios.

“Take as many as you want,” she tells me. (Guess she’s having a
slow morning.)

“Well, I guess my wife and daughters would appreciate a box or

If you know me, you know I don’t turn down free stuff. nuts.gifI packed my pockets, stuck some in my
socks, then asked her is she had and airsickness bags.

The box said, “Everybody’s Nuts!—California
.” The woman in the plastic gloves only had the Salt
and Pepper variety available to give away. I opened a box. I tried
a nut. Not red, but very tasty. It had a little something extra
that previous pistachios lacked. The woman offered me a coupon to
purchase a full-grown, seven-ounce, adult-size box of the nuts.

What the heck! They were on sale. Vons was doubling coupons
again. And these damn nuggets were tasty. Couldn’t pass them up. I
grabbed another coupon and bought two boxes. I stayed with the Salt
and Pepper and also bought the Roasted Salt. I passed on the
Roasted No Salt as well as the European Roast, but will try them
next time. Boy, it was like the end of prohibition when I got home.
Seventeen mini boxes for the kids and two seven-ouncers for me and
my wife. (I’m quite the romantic guy, y’know.) My only qualm: the
limited and numbered, individually-wrapped comic strip that comes
in every box, starring a clam-looking pistachio named “Stach.”

Sample comic: “Hey, Stach, whatcha doin’?”


Lose Stach and the strip, and on a scale of one to ten, I give
Everybody’s Nuts two thumbs up.


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