So I was at Fresh Market Friday (which I love because I usually buy a bunch of neat snacks as well as Marmite, even though it's freaking expensive), and I see a bag of red pistachios. That's what it said, "red pistachios," with no further explanation.
You must understand, I am a man who loves his pistachios. So I must try out this mysterious new type of pistachio, to see what it tastes like. I buy a bag.

That night, as I'm pouring me a small cup of them to eat, my roommate Jen notices them and says, "you know those are just normal pistachios, only dyed red, right?"
I stared at her, not knowing if she was messing with me or not, trying to read whether this was a hilarious joke.
It turns out that, upon closer inspection, she was right. If only I had read the ingredients, I would have seen that "Red Lake #40" is clearly printed there. (Why the hell is it called "Red Lake" anyway?)
But who reads ingredients on freaking pistachios? They had better contain two things, and only two things: pistachios and salt. If they contain anything else, we may have a serious issue.
So, I feel a bit cheated. And a bit like an idiot. I find the concept of red pistachios to be fairly silly, but that's just me and I'm quite the utilitarian.
But I ate them all.
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