My diastolic blood pressure is a little high, and it’s probably from the extra jolt of salt I’m getting on a daily basis. Yes, dear reader, I go about the workday with a smile on my face, because Ultimate Satisfaction is waiting for me at home. Typically I pour myself a glass of wine (not whine) and measure out a helping of Kettle brand Krinkle Cut Potato Chips for two. No, I don’t eat both servings. I merely lead the Long-Suffering Husband into temptation.
You’ll note that the bag advertises itself as the “sharing size.” Which encourages us to play nice rather than reverting to the greedhead mantra “get your own.” Now, I’ve always been picky about potato chips (or “crisps” as I believe they are called across the pond). The same goes for other calorie-dense foods. If I’m going to eat the stuff, it has to be worth the metabolic investment.
They’re BAD for you!
Previously, my favorite potato chip was the mass-market brand Ruffles (yes, those ridges really do increase Milady’s pleasure). Every New Year’s Eve it has been our custom to indulge in an evening meal of Ruffles, sour cream onion dip, crudités, and a good bottle of Champagne. In fact, we used to consume potato chips about once a year. Then I tasted these Krinkle chips and fell in love. The once-a-year ritual became an almost daily nosh. I won’t even look at a bag of Ruffles now, and the temporary disappearance of Krinkles from the grocery store caused me serious panic.
I must have the Salt and Fresh Ground Pepper flavor. None of the other flavors rings my bell. I never knew a potato chip could affect me like this, and I was sure my devotion would be eternal… until I tasted Trader Joe’s Ridge Cut Salt and Pepper chips…
- Top 10 best potato chips (kimb249.wordpress.com)
Linnet Moss 
Is there a Super Bowl ad in the making here? Sounds like. ka-ching, ka-ching. Or should it be, ka-chip, ka-chip?
Yes, they’re getting free advertising from me! How ridiculous is that? I’m hoping for a free case of “Sharing Size” bags…
Think bigger, in commercial terms and you may have a hit.
My next book will be about a raven-haired potato-chip critic who meets a gorgeous Irish producer of artisanal onion dips. Clearly they were made for each other!
Mmm, crisps 🙂 Good plan with the free advertising. I might plug Irish bacon – again. Sigh. Why won’t they listen to me! 🙂
Hee, hee. Your comment reminded me of a passage in one of my books where a couple meets the chef who invented the “Korean Bacon Explosion” (a huge barbecued fat bomb):
“James, do they make bacon in Ireland?”
He looked surprised. “Yes, but it’s closer to what you call Canadian bacon here. Why do you ask?”
“When we get home, I want you to give me an Irish Bacon Explosion.”
Ooh, that sounds good! 🙂 Thankfully I still have a stash in the freezer. I’ll get on exploding it immediately!
Oops, I forgot to mention that the male interlocutor in my quotation is an Irishman. The Irish bacon explosion, by its very definition, must be administered by an Irishman.
Won’t an Irishwoman do??
Um, not for this particular kind of “bacon.” Unless the recipient of the explosion swings both ways. And even then, artificial aids might be needed.
Gotcha 😉 Meeting up with an Irish guy on Sunday so let’s see how things go!
May the Bacon be with you.
🙂