I sliced open gently and was greeted with coiled, fingered ready slices of chips. Hmmm... I took one bite, then two and it was crackling good. Every single bite of a bag was sounding a crackle my dog could only look in envy.
Long live Espanol!
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The intricacies of space, time and potatoes
By Cheops75 on 9 August 2020
I sliced open gently and was greeted with coiled, fingered ready slices of chips. Hmmm... I took one bite, then two and it was crackling good. Every single bite of a bag was sounding a crackle my dog could only look in envy.