In Which Super Hot PopChips Leave Me Cold...

I don't care for chocolate, ice cream or pastries.  Mom didn't really believe in serving dessert, so I never developed much of a sweet tooth.  But as I've said before, my people do love a good salty snack (perfect for cocktail hour) so don't step between a bowl of potato chips and me!

Since I try to avoid succumbing to high-fat chip temptation too often, I was excited when PopChips were finally available in Chicago.  I kept reading tantalizing things about these lower fat chips that are "air-popped" rather than fried or baked.  Supposedly they are all the rage on the West Coast with svelte actress types (at least, the ones who still eat carbs).  I also love that the company is so consumer-friendly, giving samples away and supposedly even sending handwritten thank you notes in response to fan comments.  

Alas, I don't believe I will be receiving such a note.  I tried to love PopChips, I really did, but I don't understand the appeal.  They strike me as overly salty, and their texture is reminiscent of that of Munchos, the odd "potato crisps" that seem as though they should be low fat (which is to say, they feel and taste like cardboard), yet aren't.  Check any depleted vending machine and you'll likely see a lonely bag of Munchos hanging forlornly in the corner, the last choice of a desperate snacker.

I trust, however, that the wildly popular PopChips will avoid a similar fate, even without my support.