You can't kill an almond. That is because its not living. Just like this inactive blog. Get ready to rejoice because here goes my first attempt to bring this baby back to life. First on the agenda: potato potato chips. Because talking about food never gets old.
A potato is a potato is a potato, yes? Yes. But lets zero in on potato chips - for the purpose of the tirade I will refer to them merely as "chips" to avoid overuse of the word potato, should there be any confusion please voice all questions in the comment box.
I am a big lover of chips. Who isn't? If you aren't please stop reading and go eat carrots or whatever it is you do. I'm all about the extremes, so I either go with plain ripple or all dressed. Not crazy about other flavours, unless they are offered to me in a social gathering where I can eat them shamelessly knowing that I did not pay for them. I'm sure you noticed the last time you were in the sodium aisle at your local super market that the world of chip seasoning knows no limits. This draws me to my opening statement.
Subject A: fries and gravy flavoured chips. Remember that thing I said about the creative masterminds behind chips? That does not apply in this case. They are flavouring potatoes to taste like other potatoes. Its almost unnatural. There are so many weird food combinations that have yet to be discovered (the world of molasses and other sugar beet bi-products remains untouched), and already we are throwing in the towel and settling for a potato that is pretending to be another potato.
Come on people, aim higher. If you want that deliciously authentic potato flavour you might as well eat a potato. The kind from the earth.
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