I’m eating potato chips right now, so here we go… 🥔
They are the best of snacks, they are the worst of snacks, the fried potatoes are oh so very scrumdiddlyumptious, the fried potatoes are frighteningly uckyslush, they are the perfect marriage of starch and salt, they are the fragile love affair of RBD oil and butylated hydroxyanisole, they are one of the thinnest foods, they are the 15th most fattening food, the satisfactory crispiness of the transversely cut fried potato brings me life, the unexpected sharpness of the transversely cut fried potato brings me death, they are the perfect delivery system for delicious dips, they are the devious delivery system for cruel cancer—in short potato chips are so irresistible, that our bodies insist the we feed them to ourselves, for wonderful or for wicked, in the most extreme level of differentiation only.