38 - a little pistachio

Do you like pistachio? I surely do. Not maybe as much as Unver, I remember him living on it back in the college, but still I like it to a certain degree. Unlike many other important topics to reflect on, I'd like to continue with the story of this little pistachio I had a few minutes ago.

First to begin with, I had it in a package with all the other pistachio friends. They flew over the ocean and ended up in a cabinet in the kitchen. The last time I saw a similar package was three years ago in a traditional patisserie, I am borrowing the word from French cause bakery doesn't describe what I mean well enough, in Beyoglu Mado. Unfortunately this one was instead from Baklavaci Hacibaba, a restaurant in Ankara. Very similar packaging though. Well of course when it comes to pistachio, how different can you get? Maybe you can, but let's leave that to marketing specialists and designers.

As everyone else, I like the pistachio cracked in front, so that there wouldn't be a need for cracking it by yourself. Do you want to exert some pressure on the shell? I never had good memories doing that from the first day I tried, when I was very young and my teeth were not strong at all. Rock? Not really! Still not every pistachio has a semi-split shell. Even this particular pistachio had a split. That's why first I thought, it was another pistachio...

When I tried to open the shell, the upper shell fell apart. My options were throwing it away or working on it. I chose working on it. Now my options were cracking the shell with teeth, scraping off the nut or finding a way to lift the broken shell. Upon considering these options, best one seemed to me to return back to the first choice and throw it away. Nonetheless, having it in my hand and playing with it unconsciously, I felt like the broken shell could be further opened. Yet there had to be at least a tiny crack which I could put a split shell into. I looked at it and couldn't see. But still I had the feeling. I got a split shell and sticked into the microscopic crack that I imagined. Surprisingly, there it was...

I found a way to open the little pistachio and got it in my mouth. Then I thought about pistachios, their shells and the cracks that we look for. I found what I imagined. The tiny crack on the shell. And then wrote about my little pistachio and this little pleasure, not smaller than any other.