Happy [Belated] National Potato Chip Day!!!!

I am sick so I let this very important holiday slide. Because my harrowing cab ride to and from the emergency room late this very eve was kind of a deterrent. But I, in cough induced insomnia, even though they gave me stuff to supposedly make me sleep (my ass), am powering through. That's the kind of snack food eating pig I am.

So here we go. Let me celebrate the magic that is the Frito-Lay company. A place that I imagine to be filled with magical, obese snack elves. Behold then the latest offering that I jammed into my mouth, cough spasms that lead me to think I have a broken rib and all:

And then there's an newsih yet already classic old standby. The breathtaking perfection that is Lay's Dill potato chips. These perfectly marry the way that the chips on your plate at the family reunion bar-b-eque tasted when the pickles you were eating nudged up against them, giving them a gentle dill basting. Ah, yes. PUT IT IN MY EAGER MOUTH, YOU WHORE.

I encourage all of you to go out in your navy blue sweat pants from Old Navy, your fake Ugg boots, a yoga sweatshirt, a huge scarf for your lacerated, ruined throat and-yes that's right- a baby blue wool beret. Leave the house in this ensemble, coughing all the merry way, and buy soup, popsicles, throat lozenges, passionfruit sherbet (as suggested by the fantastic Matt Sears) and then, inexplicably, bag(s) of potato chips. You tuberculosis-ridden sow.