One of the proudest moments of my life was in February 2010. The East Coast of the United States was hunkered down after having been hammered by days of record-breaking blizzards. School was out for 10 days. Public transportation wasn’t running. People were without electricity; more importantly, people were without the internet.
Take a deep breath. I know it’s hard to imagine.
Cabin fever had set in chez Megan, as I lived alone in the suburbs, and I went into a major cleaning frenzy in case I went all Shining on myself and major news outlets came to film my apartment. My mother would just die if my apartment was a mess on national television.
On about day 3,489, a realization began dawning in my mind; a realization about how strong I was; a realization that I had a reserve of endless willpower I didn’t even know about; a realization that I had been snowed in for several days with a family-sized bag of my favorite Utz sour cream and cheddar potato chips and had not even finished them.
Sometimes it takes a difficult time to find your real inner strength, people.
The real point of all this is to say that I really like potato chips. I detailed my previous experiences with Thai potato chips here, in which I discussed blueberry-hazelnut Pringles and hot chili squid chips (NO!).
I now present a series of photos of the chips I have had over the past month and a half or so. The photos aren’t great, but since everybody takes great photos I’ve decided to distinguish myself on the basis of my terrible pictures.
So, not that I’m a hypochondriac or anything, but I’m pretty sure I’ve caught narcolepsy from somewhere. Yesterday in class I fell asleep with my head on the desk for about 40 minutes–after I’d had an iced coffee. Finally, I gave up and went out to the lounge to sleep in a chair. Then I took a nap in the afternoon. I mean, seriously?
Still Eating ALL the Chips: 0 Megan: 1
I might even eat some of these again!