[SamAdams76]

Growing up in the 1970s, all we had was red pistachios. I thought that was the normal color. My mother did not like me eating them so she told me that it was where lipstick for girls came from. So I stopped eating them.

Years later, I saw them in a store in their natural color. I got hooked on eating them once again. Although I chipped a few teeth cracking the ones that were not completely open. Eventually I learned you could pry them open with the half-shell of another one. As for the ones that are totally closed, I don't bother with them.

[NorthWoody]

“Eventually I learned you could pry them open with the half-shell of another one.”

That’s brilliant! I’m glad I thought of it.

I like pistachios and I probably could have eaten thousands of them without ever thinking of this. I think this qualifies as an official “life hack”.

[rlmorel]

Hi. My name is rlmorel. I am a pistachio addict.

Hi rlmorel!

My dad was a pistachio fanatic, and while he would share some with us, they were...his. No real sharing. But we would sneak into them sometimes, and I remember my dad lining all six of us up one time, and making us all stick out our hands so he could examine them and find the thief!

Heh, we were having a Christmas part at work back in the early nineties, and we had bowls of red pistachos and white pistachios.

Someone wondered why they were red and white like that, and after talking about it for a while, nobody really knew, and we saw on the back of the empty Dole bag: “Questions? Call (800) 888-8888”

So we promptly dialed the number, and when we got the person on a speaker phone, we all began asking questions, and the first one was “Why are they dyed red and white?”

[MadMax, the Grinning Reaper]

#3. For the hard to open pistachios situation, that is why God invented hammers.