To All the Chips We've Loved Before...

Most people know we are a chip loving family. We actually have had an entire shelf in the pantry dedicated to chips in each of our homes. I don't foresee that here.

Oh how we miss you Tostitos Natural Blue Corn chips. The Cheetos here are whack and the love affair with Paprika? Not getting it. It is amusing that the wavy chips are called "Super Chips". The "Cool American" chips (AKA Cool Ranch) are pretty much the same. I love the subtle way Frito Lay is trying to help European/American relations by reminding them we are "cool". Nice job, marketing guys!

So, all you Americans--who could even be out shopping for chips now at 11:30 PM since you are not living in the part of the world where supermarkets are open until 8 PM, 9 PM on Fridays and not at ALL on Sundays--think of us as you peruse the chip aisle purchasing all of the delicious chips you could ever want, while we stand in the Delhaize wondering if we should have Paprika, Super Chips Paprika, or Paprika flavored Cheetos (AKA Chipitos--I don't think they mean "little chips", but you have to wonder what they are called in Mexico?)

Besides "Cool American" we have found the "Dippas Naturel" will suffice as a replacement for Tostitos and our little condiment lover, Hannah, finds the "Heinz Tomato Ketchup Super Chips" worthy of her love. Keep in mind that this child eats butter directly from the container and dips everything in her ketchup including green beans and watermelon--and those are just examples from her dinner this evening.

Hannah fits right in here with her love of condiments. Order anything in Belgium (or France, as we learned) and you are promptly asked what type of sauce you would like. Generally your choices are kessup or meeyouneese (that is my weak attempt at typing with a French accent "ketchup or mayonnaise"). One of the funniest things we have heard here so far was a guy (clearly American--think King of the Hill) ordering frites at the Eiffel Tower. When asked what type of sauce he wanted by the cashier in her lovely French accent, in which she offered kessup or meeyouneese, he grimaced and said, "Got Bar B Que?". When she shook her head no, he put up his hand and said "No thanks then". Poor guy, he had no idea that he should have asked for Paprika.