Pistachios need a shell less likely to infuriatingly not open when roasted. It's about 1 in 20 and should be more like 1 in 200.

Whatever the quality is in roasted-pistachio/salt which causes almost instant gratification-reward-repeat, it must be what CM Kornbluth/Fred Pohl was going on about in "the space merchants" (1952) and if they double it up we'll all die (happy, satiated and with loads of yummy zinc and magnesium), of high blood pressure.

I just can't eat one. I'm not sure what the magnitude of the power of ten is but I know it's north of "a normal person's portion"