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National Chip Week

Will wonders never cease – this week is National Chip Week. For USAians and other uncultured types, this means chips – fingers of potato cut thick and deep fried to luscious soft crispiness. Not crisps (thin slices of potato packaged cold in plastic bags). Not fries (thin slivers reconstituted from powder). Chips. Ah, the joys of my youth, walking to the chippie of a Saturday evening to buy a paper package of sausage and chips, walking home eating them piping hot. Mmmmmm. :-D

(Thanks to Maggi for alerting me to this splendid celebration.)

pax et bonum