Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Sultry Sally found my blog post about her chips and offered to send me some of her new improved potato chips, so last week I got a box of them! Thanks Sally! I sent the packet of Salt & Vinegar chips to my friend Mr Beautiful to review (because he commented on that blog post). He lives in the US. Like me, he loves salt & vinegar chips too but I sent that packet to him because it was a small one, and the only other small one was a plain Sea Salt flavour, and only my brother and mother likes plain ol' salt chips.
Anyway, his review will be forthcoming. Meanwhile, tonight I tried the Sweet Chilli and Lime chips. Also tonight my girlfriend phoned me and made a comment on the Sultry Sally poster I have on my wall to remind me to review them. (Well, that's one of the reasons.) She said that on her way out this afternoon she was looking at that poster and noticed where it said "95% Fat-Free Chips" but the 'C' was scribbled over. She pointed ut that this was designed to appeal to women. I hadn't noticed it and admitted taht it was a pretty clever move on Sally's part. Girlfriend also pointed out that Sally also appealed to men because of the *hot* women who adorned each packet. I had to agree with that because that was what made me buy them in the first place. It is easily the coolest chip packet design I have ever seen. Plus you gotta love those classic cheesecake girls - like they painted on the side of fighter planes, and the kind painted on Hannah's pie shop next to my workplace (Hannah's make the pies for Sydney's iconic Harry's Cafe de Wheels pie joints). I will buy more Sultry Sally chips, and especially the Salt & Vinegar chips (Mr Beautiful, I am really looking forward to your review!). I understand there must be some scarifice going down to 95% fat-free chips. Anyway, the thing about eating salty snacks like that is, at least for me, you usually hit 'em after a few beers. So long as you're eating some kind of salty treat you're a happy chappy. Beer nuts. Chips. Pretzels. Give it to me, baby. I'm yours and you are mine. And me, I would rather eat chips out of a packet featuring the delightful Sally caressing chilli peppers, limes, vinegar botles, salt shakers, etc. than a boring old Smith's packet featuring a gigantic chip on a pink background, or whatever it is. It's so boring I can't even remember.
I love you, Sally. Drown me in your salty low-fat potato chip love.