The Carly & Amy Show

You gotta give a girl a break. I never eat potato chips. And I looooove potato chips. It’s been months. (And months and months.) What started this was the little barbecue we had at Amy’s. The chips were put out and damn! I had to have some. It’s not like I’d been avoiding them, I just hadn’t had any. Until then… after that, they were all I could think about.

Friday night, on your way home for a marathon night with the Feud, we stopped in at Safeway for some drinks and… well, we were there for drinks, but I had a great idea! I was going to buy some vegan chips! Amy pointed me towards flax, bean and soy chips and I redirected her towards the pure junk food. I was looking for something grossly unhealthy, just minus any dairy, you know?? Anyway, I was rushed, I picked up the first bag of Ruffles I saw that were labeled plain. Well. I learned my lesson. Read the fine print, kids. Or the obvious details printed in bold and highlighted on the product. What an ass I am.

As soon as I realized my mistake, Amy tried to convince me the rest of the way home that it was healthier that I chose baked. Pfft. Let’s face it, I eat vegetables for my existence, I deserve a little fat now and then…

We got home, put on the four shows we’d DVRd over the day we’d been gone and broke out the snacks. She had French Onion Sunchips. I had BAKED freaking Lays. I’m sure I saw her smirking at me as I dug in.

Let the photos from today do the talking about my experience last night.

Here’s my Public Service Announcement… Potato chips are for fun, folks. Not for everyday. It’s my belief that if you eat them once in a while in moderation, they’re good shit. In fact, they’re off the hook. So fuck the baked shit, screw looking for the lower fat content. Instead, try getting in touch with some self-restraint. If that’s what you’re worried about, that is…

Not everyone wakes up fresh as a daisy. We’ll be the first to admit that we’re part of that crew. Let’s face it, no grown woman eats formerly frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when she’s at her best so cut us some slack in the looks department on this installment, capiche?

Smucker’s calls them Simple Pleasure… Made Even Simpler. “We’ve sealed the goodness of a SMUCKER’S PB&J sandwich inside soft bread and removed the crust. All you do is thaw and serve – A simple way to enjoy one of life’s simple pleasures.”

Huh. Never heard of them. Not sure we have these in Canada, but who cares, really? Unless…

That’s how they roll. A little gingham. A little fruit… Typical Smucker’s.

Again, appealing. Thinking like a five year old, of course. I don’t know, but the packaging seemed a little suspect to me. A little too pure for white bread and sugar loaded PB and too sweet jelly for me. (It isn’t even fruit filled enough to call it jam. Or do they not say that down here? …Amy?)

Anything’ll look better if you hire a great looking backdrop to frame it in…

Okay, really. You’d think that the bread would be all soft and shit, but it’s actually pretty firm. And the peanut butter? Abundant. The jelly? Totally there. Ugh.

The jelly just drips out! I wanted to hate this stuff, but when it comes down to it, it’s actually pretty good. Of course, there’s no sense in looking at the nutritional content nor is there any way you ought to feed it to your kids on a regular basis (or ever), but it’s a fun hangover indulgence.

And Amy says it’s worth licking your fingers for.