Somehow, every holiday someone gives my family a large bag of pistachios. Every year, I swear "this year I won't eat all the pistachios." Every year, I eat all the pistachios. My family must know this, because this year, they sent me the whole bag. I just have no resistance to their salty, roasted goodness. Tonight, attempting to split open a stubborn shell, I jabbed myself deep underneath my thumbnail. Is this some kind of nutty holiday omen? I know not.