A nice, hot bag of chips to eat strolling home. Salt and pepper, lashings of it. Takes me back to being a kid when my mum knew that chewing on a few chips would stop me from crying, throwing a tantrum, or doing my favourite, standing still and not moving, arms folded in determination. A bag of chips was much better than having to pick me up and having me screaming like the little brat I was.
YUMMY,
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