Were ever so many chips consumed by a single group of people over a 14 day period?
We have been glorying in the crunch of many flavours. Three years ago we discovered an outstanding number at Extra Foods in Humboldt, President’s Choice Rosemary-and-something, but it has vanished from the shelves, along with the end of its name, and is sadly mourned.
But we live in the present, and here are, I believe, our locally available firmest favourites, in alphabetical order. In short, we like ’em all (but Miss Vicky’s could really be our chip of choice).
Doritos Dillicious Taco Chips
Lay’s Dill Pickle Chips
Lay’s Plain Salted Chips
Miss Vicky’s Lime and Black Pepper
Miss Vicky’s Sweet Chili and Sour Cream
President’s Choice Parmesan and Garlic
President’s Choice Roast Garlic
Tostitos Hint of Lime
Though we have been going mainly dipless, we surely did enjoy our revered blog guru Tracy’s home made salsa while it lasted. And it must be clearly and definitively stated that although Brenda would never normally eat such things, she showed real class when she invested in an armload of chips for the troops one snowy afternoon at the Humboldt IGA.
The gin drinker in me quietly wishes to point out the perfect harmony I discovered between Lay’s Dill Pickle Chips (or Tostitos Hint of Lime) and a large G&T; with lemon.
As the colony progressed, things got more and more excessive. We augmented our chipping with some dipping into other food substances, aside from smoked oysters. Mari-Lou once again demonstrated her elegant way with roast garlic (plus brie plus jalapeno dip) on french bread. Annette offered us some healthful options: green grapes, shrimp rings; and chipped in with Bernadette to assemble some mighty nachos. And last night we were the grateful recipients of a hit and run appetizer strike from the kitchen, when an artfully presented tray of hand-piped tuna and egg salad materialized in the lounge at the appointed hour (thank you Brother Pius!)
Of course, there is also nothing like a good bowl of popcorn, which we enjoy thanks to the colony’s air popper and the tireless efforts of those who know how to aim it.
Wonderful!
sounds fattening to me
but that’s just
me eh
ken
perhaps, more than halfway
through colony,
a weigh-in
is called for
or am i being sexist?
in these “correct” times
it is hard
for me to express
my need to alert you
to the true gravyty
of your situation
ken
Finally my gravy poem, a week after the fact. Thanks to Ken Mansfield for procuring the glistening golden nectar..
Gravy
Hey where’s the gravy
luscious meat juices exuding
the heady stream of steam
pluming from the pot
the silken treasure of
grease and flour,
or cornstarch,
perhaps a bit thin
but better than
no gravy at all
makes jack a dull
no love today
my gravy’s gone away
the potato mound is sullen
without sodden companion
roast beef without the grease
wool without the fleece
chicken without the fat
only jack sprat could
imagine that.
mrs vickies chips rock