When I was a child, every year at Christmastime my dad would bring home a bag of pistachios that his boss had given him as a Christmas gift. It must have been that my parents didn’t care for them because they would always end up in the hands of my little brother and I. We would sit in front of the TV in our footie pajamas, watch Disney movies and chow down on these special little nuts. This is a neat little memory of mine that I’m sure I won’t forget because as an adult it still hasn't left … [read more...]








