What's Better than a Great Potato Chip?
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Man that's tempting!
Betchya can't eat just one??!!
Growing up these were the ONLY chips my mother would buy.
BigBill
Absent Comrade
At Wayback Jacks it's a burger joint who makes fresh potato chips in-house.
Lays with the big rigged.
Crunchy Cheetos.
Kettle brand chips
Lays with the big rigged.
Crunchy Cheetos.
Kettle brand chips
Oh, I know you're right. They used to have them in Arkansas years ago. After all these years I remember how good they were. I wonder if these new ones are any good?
CAJUNLAWYER
Member
Well if you're jonesin' for salt and grease a large scoop Frito is awful hard to beat. And if it's filled with that nasty looking bean dip with a splash of salsa-we're talking hurt time.
It can be hard to control yourself when eating chips out of a big bag, with your sandwich. I can consume more calories and sodium from the chips than the sandwich.
The supreme chip, is when you first open the bag and get that first, big, fresh, unbroken chip. Ahhhhh.
The supreme chip, is when you first open the bag and get that first, big, fresh, unbroken chip. Ahhhhh.
Your mention of the hard crunchy style reminds me of the existence of the soft puffy style, sometimes known generically as cheezy puffs. Here, as you can see, some intrepid moto-adventurers kick back at the Zaguan in Batopilas with caguamas of Carta Blanca and an ample supply of generic Mexican cheezy puffs.
The Zaguan is the place in Batopilas where the old jefes gather on a mild March evening to drink some Carta Blanca or Tecate and look at the river. It is also the place where moto-adventurers freshly in town after a hot day in the canyons will gather to do the same.
Perhaps it was the presence of the very large bag of cheezy puffs that was a catalyst for the events to follow. Or perhaps it was the presence of this man, who it must be said, is a very large man. Let's call him Richard:
At one point during the evening, one of the jefes approached our table, and addressed John, who can be seen holding the very large bag of cheezy puffs.
"That is a very large bag of cheezy puffs, senor, and yet you carry it very easily." Everyone nodded in agreement. "This is a very large man (indicating Richard), yet I will carry him very easily."
Bets were taken, and the jefe proceeded to put Richard (who goes 6'4" and 375 lbs) across his back in some kind of half-assed Mexican fireman's carry. He took one step, wobbled, went to one knee, then collapsed face down with Richard on top of him. Richard stood up, picked up the jefe by the back of his belt, slung him over his shoulder, carried him across the courtyard to where the rest of the jefes were sitting, and deposited him in his chair. A good laugh was had by all.
We didn't come close to finishing off the bag of cheezy puffs. John tried to turn many of us into unwitting cheezy puff mules, by secreting cheezy puffs in our luggage in the apparent hope that they would escape our notice until we had cleared U.S. Customs a week or so later.
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loeman
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Marshwheeling,
Now that is one incredibly decadent story and set of pics! Who would have ever thought you could get gunny sack sized bags of cheese puffs! It also reminds me of my many moto-adventures where someone would invariably bring a huge bag (about 10 pounds) of NM peanuts in the shell for the evening snack/BS session. I ride a BMW 1150 GS. What's yours? Also is Batopillas in the Copper Canyon area? Bunches of my buddies have ridden there but I have not.
Now that is one incredibly decadent story and set of pics! Who would have ever thought you could get gunny sack sized bags of cheese puffs! It also reminds me of my many moto-adventures where someone would invariably bring a huge bag (about 10 pounds) of NM peanuts in the shell for the evening snack/BS session. I ride a BMW 1150 GS. What's yours? Also is Batopillas in the Copper Canyon area? Bunches of my buddies have ridden there but I have not.
You are correct, sir. Batopilas is an old mining town at the bottom of one of several canyons that make up the Copper Canyon area. My three trips there are probably the three best motorcycle trips I have ever taken.
My bike for those trips was a Suzuki DR650.
I chose that over a KLR650 and a KTM640. The DR was fine, but if I had to do it again, I would probably go smaller, depending on the route.
Most of our party was on KLR650s. Other bikes to make the trip have included one KTM950A, a KTM640A, a KLR250, some DR350s, DRZ400s, a couple of mongrel XT500s, a few other dr650s, and a BMW F650.
A lot of oilhead GSes have gone down to Bato by the main route (actually, you can get down there on a Magna); even more will in the future now that the road is being paved. Very few go into the back country there; the ones that do usually have a difficult time, and often have to spend a night out in the canyons. I would not attempt it myself on a bike that big, but it all depends on how good a rider you are and how long your legs are. Lighter is the way to go. The WR250R has become quite popular on this trip. My buddy Craig started on the KLR, then switched to the DRZ400S you see in the photo above. He just bought a WR for future trips.
Dunno if I have another trip down there in my future; I am glad I carved out the time to take the ones I did. I recommend it highly if you get the chance. The country is changing fast, but they will never pave it all.
The best here in Wisconsin is "Old Dutch" A nice thick chip to get that crispness ands plenty of salt.
There getting harder to find now days - all the good stuff seems to disappear.
There getting harder to find now days - all the good stuff seems to disappear.
Old Dutch is a Minnesota product. It's what I grew up with, and what I always think a potato chip ought to be. They are still readily available over here, and at least as far east as Menominee. They have a lot of varieties now, rippled, kettle chips, different flavors, but it is still hard to beat the basic original chips, in the big red and white box with red letters.
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MOONDAWG
US Veteran
Zapp's with a cold IPA of your choice!
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Comrad
Member
Old school form me as usual, Wise.
I seem to recall as a youngster that Wise was about the only brand then at some point Lays turned up. Now, as we like to say in Joisey, forgetaboutit.
I seem to recall as a youngster that Wise was about the only brand then at some point Lays turned up. Now, as we like to say in Joisey, forgetaboutit.
Your mention of the hard crunchy style reminds me of the existence of the soft puffy style, sometimes known generically as cheezy puffs. Here, as you can see, some intrepid moto-adventurers kick back at the Zaguan in Batopilas with caguamas of Carta Blanca and an ample supply of generic Mexican cheezy puffs.
The Zaguan is the place in Batopilas where the old jefes gather on a mild March evening to drink some Carta Blanca or Tecate and look at the river. It is also the place where moto-adventurers freshly in town after a hot day in the canyons will gather to do the same.
Perhaps it was the presence of the very large bag of cheezy puffs that was a catalyst for the events to follow. Or perhaps it was the presence of this man, who it must be said, is a very large man. Let's call him Richard:
At one point during the evening, one of the jefes approached our table, and addressed John, who can be seen holding the very large bag of cheezy puffs.
"That is a very large bag of cheezy puffs, senor, and yet you carry it very easily." Everyone nodded in agreement. "This is a very large man (indicating Richard), yet I will carry him very easily."
Bets were taken, and the jefe proceeded to put Richard (who goes 6'4" and 375 lbs) across his back in some kind of half-assed Mexican fireman's carry. He took one step, wobbled, went to one knee, then collapsed face down with Richard on top of him. Richard stood up, picked up the jefe by the back of his belt, slung him over his shoulder, carried him across the courtyard to where the rest of the jefes were sitting, and deposited him in his chair. A good laugh was had by all.
We didn't come close to finishing off the bag of cheezy puffs. John tried to turn many of us into unwitting cheezy puff mules, by secreting cheezy puffs in our luggage in the apparent hope that they would escape our notice until we had cleared U.S. Customs a week or so later.
The guy in the last picture looks like he has had more than his fair share of cheese puff's
, you should buy smaller bags. I'm willing to bet the soda is diet.
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I don't know where in Ma you are from, the best chips were made in Fall River, the comp. name was Made Rite they sold out to Frito Lay back in the late 50's.
wittmeba
US Veteran
I was going to say "A bag of them"...but two is a good start!
