Last summer my neighborhood had a salsa walk (it was probably June-ish, I imagine?). In anticipation thereof, I bought a bag of tortilla chips from Target (Archer Farms brand), but since *everyone* had brought chips, mine mostly went uneaten (though I confess I did get lost trying to find the right street and busted the bag open as sustenance for the finding. I have ZERO sense of direction. Or maybe negative sense of direction, if that’s possible).
So, the chips went home again with me. And they got brought out again a few says later when some of the folks on my street decided to congregate for hanging out and drinking wine (I *love* my neighborhood). A couple more chips got consumed at that point, but mostly we had wine. :-)
For the next month or two, every time I’d get that “want-salty-and-crispy” craving thing (which happens roughly once a week), I’d go and have a chip or three. Strangely, the chips seemed unaffected by the passage of time in between the cravings, remaining crunchily delicious from one eating to the next.
Fast forward to September-ish when it dawns on me that I’ve now been noshing on the same bag of chips for three months. At that point it seemed like the chips had some sort of “survivor gene” going on so I didn’t feel like I *should* chuck them. Plus, honestly, they were still really tasty.
It’s now March of the year after and I am somewhat sad to say that this afternoon I dumped the last of the chip crumbs into my mouth. The chips are no more.
Goodbye, Mr. Chips.
(Yes, I do understand what an oddling I am that I would develop some strange respect/admiration for a bag of tortilla chips. So much so, even, that I felt compelled to immortalize them on LiveJournal. Sigh.)
4 thoughts on “Goodbye, Mr. Chips”
I’m stunned that the chips were still good for so long. You must have the lowest-humidity house in the state.
I’ve noticed the same thing about the Archer Farm brand. I also like the fact that they have a ziplock seal built into the bag but I hate trying to use it.
I have a friend that gets a jar of gummy bears that have something in them that is suppose to help you fend off winter illnesses (starts with an E and I don’t know how to spell it so no more info for you :P )
Gummy bears have a tendency to be somewhat sticky and stick to each other. She will regale us with stories on LJ of the resistance fights of the gummy bears to stay in their jar and how they were slowly overwhelmed into submission.
I love these stories. Sadly I can’t find them on her LJ to give you a link (she is sandpanther). This year, the bears were not as sticky and did not put up much resistance ergo, we are story-less.
Thank you for a Mr Chips story to fill that void. :)
Sounds like the chips “grew back” in between gnoshes until it couldn’t grow back anymore!