Tostitos is my God!
We were walking through the store a couple days ago looking for some snacks to take to a party. I was making a Queso to take along and we needed chips I could eat because I can't handle corn tortilla chips. I grabbed one of the only chips that can hold up to salsa or Queso, wavy potato chips (Pringles is another), and headed back to the cart. Then I stopped.
My peripheral vision's always been pretty good and I turned my head, as I realized I'd seen something that was almost too good to be true. There it was. My eyes had not played tricks on me. My mind had not seen something that was not there. Yes, there they were! Flour Tortilla Tostitos!!!
Well, I made a giggle of girlish glee (which was rather strange, I’ll admit, coming from my maleness), eliciting many stares from many of the aged people who were shopping around us because they knew not the source of my glee, nor could they comprehend. My wife turned, looking askance at what had made me make noises that only girls on a playground or a debutante who has just found a half off sale at The Gap should ever make. I pointed at the label, slowly running my finger along the bottom of the words like someone showing off the prizes in a game show and her look of surprise and wonder, though much less pronounced than mine was, still held the “no-way!” sort of pause. Then we both said “WOOHOO!” as I gingerly placed them in the cart as though they were some ancient artifact in a fragile reliquary.
And yes, oh yes, they are good!
We were walking through the store a couple days ago looking for some snacks to take to a party. I was making a Queso to take along and we needed chips I could eat because I can't handle corn tortilla chips. I grabbed one of the only chips that can hold up to salsa or Queso, wavy potato chips (Pringles is another), and headed back to the cart. Then I stopped.
My peripheral vision's always been pretty good and I turned my head, as I realized I'd seen something that was almost too good to be true. There it was. My eyes had not played tricks on me. My mind had not seen something that was not there. Yes, there they were! Flour Tortilla Tostitos!!!
Well, I made a giggle of girlish glee (which was rather strange, I’ll admit, coming from my maleness), eliciting many stares from many of the aged people who were shopping around us because they knew not the source of my glee, nor could they comprehend. My wife turned, looking askance at what had made me make noises that only girls on a playground or a debutante who has just found a half off sale at The Gap should ever make. I pointed at the label, slowly running my finger along the bottom of the words like someone showing off the prizes in a game show and her look of surprise and wonder, though much less pronounced than mine was, still held the “no-way!” sort of pause. Then we both said “WOOHOO!” as I gingerly placed them in the cart as though they were some ancient artifact in a fragile reliquary.
And yes, oh yes, they are good!