Snack Attack



I’ve always strived to be tolerant and understanding of all kinds of people. It has been my goal to learn about the differences in human beings and embrace and appreciate them. But there is one section of the public where my patience runs cold.

I don’t understand people that can just have a couple of chips!

If I open a bag of chips, be they corn or potato, it’s going to end up empty. I’m going to finish by digging into the grease and shoving the last fist-fulls into my greedy little mouth. I think that’s the way it should be done. Bah! I say at the resealable bag. They weren’t meant to be resealed. They were meant to be eaten. They were meant to be one’s indulgence, one’s time away from diet and moderation. Why bother just having a small portion? They’re not good for you, so rejoice in their nastiness.

The 100 calorie snack pack is an abomination. How can one eat what amounts to four and half chips and feel satisfied. The manufacturers have painstakingly researched what to put in them to cause our addiction. Who are we to fight science? It’s un-American I tell you!

I’ve known people who could open up a bag and have a couple and then seal the bag with one of those over-sized paper clips. I’ve known people that can open a pint of ice cream and just have a couple of scoops. I’ve even known people who could eat just a few squares of a candy bar.

And they make me sick! There’s something wrong with them, not me. When you want to snack, you SNACK. It’s the only way to go and no matter if it sounds prejudice, there is something wrong with you people. You should seek help.

I Miss Doritos

I’m a snacker. But not just any snack. I loves my chips. I don’t keep them around the house because if I open the bag, it’s gone. People that have just a handful and then close them up with one of those over-sized bulldog clips are crazy people. First of all, hello, you open them and they lose their freshness no matter how tightly you seal the bag. It’s a fact, the same kind of fact as “your car loses value the minute you drive it off the lot.” So accept it. Second, how in the world can you have, like, half a dozen chips? That doesn’t curb anything. That’s like giving a dog one biscuit and then wondering why he’s staring at you. It’s not enough. And third, and most important, they’re friends. They’ve been living in the bag, all snuggled up and really got to know each other. They don’t want to be separated. Some of them are even just plain nostalgic for the good old days when people “lived together, died together.” Either way, they want  to be eaten all at once.

The thing that saves me from being 5’7″ by 5’7″ is that they don’t make my favorite snack anymore and haven’t since I was in my 20s: Plain Doritos. You can now get Cool Ranch, Blazin’ Buffalo & Ranch, Fiery Habanero, Nacho Cheese, Natural White Nacho Cheese, Poppin’ Jalapeño, Ranchero, Salsa Verde, Smokin’ Cheddar BBQ, Spicy Nacho, Toasted Corn, Zesty Taco, Cheeseburger (X-13D), Sizzlin’ Picante, Spicy Sweet Chili, Hot Wings & Blue Cheese. Do you know what they all have in common? You get s%$t all over your fingers!

What happened to the plain? They had such a great taste or maybe it was a simpler time. It might have stemmed from my love of plain ole Fritos that had started as a child. My grandmother used to make the most awesome sandwich (pronounced samwitch): peanut butter and jelly on white bread, cut into diagonals, separated a touch so that a river of Fritos corn chips (along both angles!) could run through it. OMG, that was magical! She also had a never-ending bowl of M & M’s available, so who wanted to go back home? Plus she bought us a toy each time we stayed there.  I also had a “Frito Bandito” eraser that fit on the top of your pencil when I was a kid, but that got deemed politically incorrect and so the Bandito was deported (Oh-that’s so politically incorrect too!)

Fritos come in many flavors as well, not quite as many as the Doritos, but I was super disappointed two nights ago at 1:00am when I was slaving over a website design and 7-11 couldn’t satisfy my jones. But there is still a snacking nirvana I enter at times: Fritos scoops are awesome, and if you break a pretzel rod into a small piece, place it in the crevice and dip it into Dean’s French onion dip, your mouth will be ecstatic. Luckily I only make that my dinner once every couple of months, so I stay thin. But attention Frito Lay company: if you have any plain Doritos laying around, they’re probably still good, and I bet all those little guys would like to live out their purpose, in my stomach.