I am addicted to Grippo bar-b-q potato chips! They are the best ever – just the right blend of hot and a mild sweetness. I can eat whole bags of these things in one sitting. When I was a teenager and driving myself to high school, I’d stop every morning at Babe’s and get a bag and an Ale8. For those of you who don’t about Babe’s – you’ve missed out on a classic. Babe’s is a ”Mayberry” type store located in a small community called Trapp. And if you don’t know about Ale8s, you’ve missed out on another classic – a KY home grown soft drink with lots of ginger and sugar. Delicious!
Anyway, back to the Grippo’s. My problem is that I can’t find them here in El Paso. I went into total depression – no Grippo’s! So a few weeks ago when we were in KY, my ever-so-smart husband brought me back several extra bags! And today – I’m down to my last bag. Now I can’t decide to open up the bag and devour it down or save it for a special occation. I kept the bag hidden (yes, I do hide food) in the bedroom for a few days and keep staring at it. It’s a beautiful sight – the red bag with black writing and the little Grippo dude holding a bag of chips. Just gazing at the bag brings a huge smile to my face. Isn’t it wierd how such little thigs can change your mood in an instant. Now I don’t know if I love these things so much because they are really that good or if I just miss home and they remind me of my home and so many wonderful memories. Either way – I’m still down to my last bag. What to do???
It’s a beautiful Saturday moring here in El Paso. It’s supposed to get up to 100 degrees today – like I said – a beautiful day. I’ve been dowloading MP3’s all night and here I sit in the floor in the middle of a sunbeam blazing through the window listening to Nickelback, typing this post, and glaring at my last bag of Grippo’s. If I only had an Ale8, life would be almost perfect.
The chips win! I’m just going to sit here and listening to my music, basking in the sunshine and eat my Grippo’s! The laundry will just have to wait – the last bag of Grippo’s are calling!
