Last week, I ate a bag of Frito Lay Fritos and I glistened like a shiny salt lick for the rest of the day. I don’t know why I chose the Fritos – I never ate them as a child and that is my usual impetus for bad food choices. Today, I went to grab a sandwich and decided to pick up some chips to go with it. The only chips offered at the deli were Miss Vickie’s. I had never heard of Miss Vickie’s chips and, despite the fleeting thought that Vikki eating Vickie’s chips might somehow bring bad luck, I picked up a bag of Lime and Black Pepper chips. I’ve never really come across this particular flavor combination despite Miss Vickie’s assurance that she “crafted this recipe to bring you the flavor of a less hurried time”. I’m not sure what about a black pepper and potato limeade brings back the days of old but I could be missing something, being all hurried and modern as I am. As I crunched and cringed, I did a little research on the brand. I wondered, “Who is this Miss Vickie and why is everything on her chip bags written in English and French?” Well, I did not find the answers to those burning questions but I did find out that Miss Vickie’s chips are made by Frito Lay. My bad chip choices have come full circle.