The other morning I had a huge pile of pistachios to shell and just the thought of it was kicking my ass. Although it was only 7:30am, I was already hyped up and very behind schedule on a busy, multi-deadline driven day. There was so much to get done, so many half-started tasks that needed my immediate attention. I was juggling cookie tins and sharp knives and camera lenses. The stove was huffing and steaming with sautéing onions and simmering lentils. The pile of unshelled nuts and the impossibility of shelling them was the last straw. Danger sign: The sun is barely up and you've already reached your last straw.