The Hotdog of the Potato Chip World

When we had our parent teacher conference at Connor’s preschool, I asked how his behavior was at lunch. Did he try to grab food from someone else’s plate, (like he does at home)? She told us that sometimes he does if another child has fruit snacks or Pringles. We had no idea. I never bought fruit snacks for him, because they are neither fruit nor snack, but candy and because I’m completely paranoid about choking hazards and we seldom buy Pringles just because. So the next time that he had school we saw to it that his lunch contained both fruit snacks AND Pringles with the obligatory pimento cheese sandwich. His teacher said when he opened his lunch, his eyes lit up when he saw what awaited him. He ate all his lunch that day.Since then, we’ve had Pringles on hand. Today when I was enjoying a stack of them I started thinking about the texture. Pressed, molded chips how tasty. And then I had an epiphany. The Pringle is the hotdog of the potato chip world. Where do all of those little pieces of chips come from? I can answer that for you. Most likely from the rejects and broken chips. From the potatoes that don’t make the “cut”. Just like a hotdog. Extra parts. Ew. Tonight when I was eating a couple of Pringles with our Philly Cheese Steak wrapped in whole wheat flat bread I was thinking about this again and they just didn’t taste the same. As a result, I think I just don’t like Pringles anymore.If I could just have a similar epiphany with ice cream, my diet would be a whole lot easier.