Snack You Silly

Fun fact: Stacy, Minnesota, had a population of 1,278 people at the 2000 census, 722 fewer than the year the statistic was taken in
Recommended T.O.E.: During Listerine’s tax-free weekend

“A bourgeoisie snack, but hey, who’s counting?”

Full disclaimer: My biological mother’s name is Stacey, not Stacy, and I have no relation or personal affiliations with this brand.

Stacy’s pita chips. An intimate celebration of flavor, oil, and flavor. I can remember the first time I had a Stacy’s pita chip. My mom, who is named Stacey, used her executive status to receive a free bag of Stacy’s pita chips in the mail as part of a company wide promotion. My mom, Stacey, was thrilled. Stacy’s chips were so good that Stacey and my entire family finished them in one sitting. Stacey was thrilled and even contemplated changing her name to Stacy. (She figured no one had to know but her.)

But enough about Stac(e)y. Her chips though, especially the six ounce Parm-Garlic package, remind me of summers spent in Tuscany, sampling fresh olive oil every day that had just been tapped from the tree, smooth as an A-wing in a dogfight. Stacy’s chips are so good that you might even want to email me and ask me what I really mean by that last sentence.

What I love most about Stacy’s chips, beyond even the flavor and texture, is the fact that no two chips look exactly alike. Seriously, I dare you to find two chips that would pass for even fraternal twins. Despite their non-uniformity, they do share at least one thing in common with their logical cracker counterpart, Cheez-its. Each bag is a one sitting snack.

-Benjamin Bernstein

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