You tell me what chip you eat, I’ll tell you who you are.
Sour Cream and Onion? You ate paste as a child. You wear lots of flannel.
BBQ? You drive an SUV and love the WWF.
Salt and Vinegar?
Well here we hit a wall. To me there was no one more exotic, no one more outside the norm than the person eating Salt and Vinegar potato chips. These were the kids in the schoolyard eating alone in dark corners with flies buzzing. Hence the Salt and Vinegar chapter in William Golding’s “Lord of the Flies.”
But, as you are well aware, there is no taste challenge too great for this gourmet to overcome. I purchased a bag of Salt & Vinegar chips a few weeks back and now–I’m afraid to admit–I’m addicted.
Specifically, Kettle Chips’ Sea Salt and Vinegar chips at Whole Foods. I buy it when I buy sushi. They are so delicious and so addictive. They whisk one away to a tropical island, surrounded by boys in loincloths fighting over a conch shell. And now that I’ve eaten all these chips, they’re calling me Piggy. Should I worry?