Pistachios, to be precise, coated liberally with pimenton. $3 at Kir, presumably just a wine bar, but where I ate some of the best plates, small or otherwise, during my past month-long feeding and drinking frenzy. While I diet and detox for the next three months, I'm going to dream spicy little dreams of never-ending bowl-fuls of these burnt-to-perfection beauties.
The Monster Under the Door
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It's probably time to stop calling Walker a puppy. He is, after all,
closing in on the five-year mark, even though he still acts like a doofy
puppy much...
1 hour ago