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The Potato Chip Revolution

spawned in the summer of 1853 these sliced succulent deep fried wonders resulted from the demands of a complaining customer whose ******** led our man, a one, mr. george crum to do his best to satisfy the putz in question by replacing the humdrum n’ waterlogged n’ sodden, slithery, pommes de terre with his new & improved (as thin as could possibly be imagined), drenched in salt, deep fried & sizzling, immaculate conception. and as you can imagine, mr. cornelius vanderbilt (said unruly customer), whom mr. crum felt would most assuredly send back the creation he just made, again, for his money back, instead had something of an ****** of the taste buds! and so these “saratoga chips” came to be the next big thing--- satisfying lovers of starch, grease & salt, everywhere. it didn’t take long for word to get to canada where they buried them things in dill pickle, ketchup, jalapeño & cheddar, salt n’ pepper, roast chicken---or to austria where they soak em’ in garlic, bulgaria, where paprika is the taste of the day— & colombia boasts mayonesa y limón, egypt popularized the kebob & stuffed vine leave essence of zest, you got oregano chips in greece you got the overwhelming majority chomping down the tayto’s in ireland whereas in russia it is caviar, crab and shashlik which make the people salivate. regardless of where you are or what you are doing you can get some kind of potato chip yes, you can suck down that sodium & grease mmmmmmmm i myself am currently in something of a sour cream n’ onion phase--- and i must say i praise the day that crum went back in the kitchen & angrily whipped up a batch of yummyness for vandy to suck down--- commencing la revolución de patatas fritas.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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