I grew up watching my dad eat handfuls of pistachios at a time, but I never associated them with cooking. I think the first time I actually made something with the beautiful green nuts was this granola. But since then, I never thought of actually cooking with them until we went to Italy this past July. In Sicily, pistachios are in everything: savoury pasta dishes, sweet cookies, and best of all, gelato. I have no shame in saying that it was a requirement to get gelato every night after dinner. There were so many flavours to try and there is really nothing that compares to eating good quality gelato, in a handmade cone, walking the streets of Europe.
I can’t drink coffee, even if it’s decaf it makes me feel completely horrible and weird. Every once and a while I forget how crappy it makes me feel, try it again, and then swear it off for another couple of months. This means that when I go to get ‘coffee’ I never actually drink coffee. Usually I have a fancy tea drink but sometimes I will have hot chocolate. At one of the coffee shops close to where I worked in Vancouver they had an ‘aztec’ hot chocolate, which basically just meant it had some spice to it. It was the first time I had spicy hot chocolate and it was delicious.