About five years ago at my favorite little lunch spot in Jensen, Utah, Arnie surprised us with a display of Lay's Dill Pickle chips. I tried them and fell in love. Anything dill is alright with me. I love my wife's dilly bread. One of my favorite memories is delivering packages to Split Mountain Green House in the fall when their dill patch leaned over the sidewalk. As I walked to and fro past the dill weed the aroma of dill brushed off the plants on my pant-legs. It was an olfactory delight I looked forward to every year.
As suddenly as Dill Pickle chips arrived on the scene, they also vanished. I was devastated. I no longer enjoyed the Roast Beef sandwich Monica made fresh for me every day, quite so much. The next time I saw Arnie I let him have it, and the next and the next, in fact until this very day.
Now, I don't suppose Arnie had anything to do with the disappearance of Dill Pickle chips, but hey, somebody had to hear about it. And Arnie did. Patiently, week after week he has endured my complaints. He was given a reprieve during the six weeks I was gone to Newfoundland. Not me. In the Maritimes they had every flavor of potato chips imaginable. They had Fries and Gravy, Ketchup, Wasabi, Pizza, Salsa, and another favorite, Poutine. But no Dill Pickle! You wouldn't believe the variety of chips they have up north. Those I mentioned plus all the regulars. One of the big draws Canada holds for me is the food. Up there food is celebrated in a way we here in the US can only dream about. We must trudge along with three or four flavors of chips for example, when in Canada even the smallest store carries a dozen flavors of just potato chips. Arnie has heard about this too. You can imagine how utterly disappointed I was that Dill Pickle was not a favorite of the Canucks.
Well, today, walking down the chip aisle, still hopeful as ever, my wondering eyes beheld Dill Pickle chips! I STOCKED UP! Hurrying home I ran right to the phone and called Arnie. You see, I am a whiner, but I am not an ingrate. I want Arnie to know that he has made my day, week, month, year and possibly even my decade! Thank you, Arnie, Thank you, from the bottom of the bag!
2 comments:
Thats great Myke! And better yet... if I accidentally buy Dill Pickle Chips I'll make sure you get the entire bag. I appreciate that there are all kinds of tastes in the world and that individuals have their own likes and dislikes. As much as you like love dill... I hate it. Ruffles Regular for me. But in spite of our variable tastes, I am happy that a consumer issue has had an improved outcome! Good on ya for hanging in there.... incidentally how do feel about the notion of being able to buy just yellow popsicles without any red, green, purple, and blue "red raspberry"? Do you ever see the popsicle guy in your meanderings about the market?
Yes mixed bags of Popsicles is desegregation gone awry for sure. Forcing us to eat flavors we don't want to get to the ones we do sounds like everything bad about Communism, on a stick.
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