So after dropping tallasiandude at the airport for his weekend of vegas madness, I stopped at the supermarket on the way home to lay in supplies for tomorrow’s quasi-terrine… and was intensely attracted to the frozen pizzas. I lingered, trying to decide which would be the most pleasing, but ultimately I made the mistake of reading the boxes. I thought I was down with the trashy guilty-pleasure foods, but I guess it’s only particular ones, because I just couldn’t bring myself to buy a pizza, or chicken nuggets, or even a frozen dinner. The idea was too icky. I feel shamed.
Then on the way out I saw the bag of Zesty Tomato Terra Chips: “tomato, worcestershire, & celery.” Three of the best flavor-crystal tastes in the world, together on one Bloody Mary of a chip! I bought them. And ate them in the car on the way home. And AMEN flavor-crystals: they are awesome. But my god, how did I forget how utterly vile is the texture of Terra Chips? Ugh! Yuck! They’re hard and thick and hurt your jaw when you valiantly manage to crunch through a few. Just plain *wrong* for a chip. The suffering is just too high a price to pay for the tasty powder. (and note to Terra: the sweeter vegetable chips don’t go with Bloody Mary flavored crystals. Bleh.)
postscript: I finally started licking the crystals off the chips and throwing them away, until my parents arrived for a visit and I was able to palm the chips off on them. Never again, never.