Or at least you shouldn’t. It is humanly possible, but the keyboard is a mess after one nut.
Now pistachios are another story, until one shell escapes and Alice decides to suck all of its salty goodness off, leaving a slimy lump. At the end of the day I happily retire to my sanctuary to write or read. After being on my feet all day, being prone is such a luxury. Regardless of how good dinner was, by about 8:30 I get the munchies, though not because of any substance use or abuse. Maybe it is just an old habit, but I crave salt and love the delightful crack of opening fresh roasted pistachios.
During our grocery store strike, I couldn’t find my usual brand and refused to pay the inflated prices for a different bag. Roasted peanuts should be just as satisfying and were so cheap. I don’t recommend it.