October 30, 2011
Mrs. Fisher dreamed of Heaven.
And in Mrs. Fisher’s Heaven, Mr. Peanut was God, and his Son was a Spud. And the Son of God wore a bellboy’s cap upon His head, and He so loved the little children that He wrenched their arms from out the sockets and extended his sprouts unto them, and they danced in a ring. And the Son of God was merry, and the Son of God was ashamed.
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It’s the Henry Darger children that really got me.
Also, I ate a couple of the chips. They were horrid. They reminded me of a horror of my childhood: dehydrated “shoestring potatoes” in cans.
This is a popular brand in northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin.
In thy mercy.
Since 1932.
Note: Mrs. Fisher’s POTATO CHIP. Not CHIPS.
VITA SEALD.
It’s a Rockford thing. I don’t understand.
Must be a Rockford thing. I loved them. When we got them. We didn’t get them often. I remember them being super crunchy. And a little on the bland side, ‘cept for the salt.
Don’t mind me, I’m just remembering.
Maybe they’ve, eh, changed. The few times I’ve eaten them, they tasted distinctly rancid even when purportedly fresh. Not something I imagine in your mouth. Not something I’d imagine you’d enjoy in your mouth.
Honestly, Ricky Cameron, I’m not prissy, as I’m sure you know, but it’s the kiddies and the rancid oil.
Sheila, I can’t do rancid, I can smell/taste it a mile off. Maybe your bag of Mrs. Field’s were as old as I am. Some things don’t weather as well as you and I do.
Smootch!
Maybe ‘Since 1932′ was the packaging date.
500,000 thousand Midwesterners can’t be wrong. Can they?
GODAMMIT! I meant “Mrs. Fisher’s.”
“Best if used before February 04 2012.”
Sheila, you got a bad bag. Try ‘em again.
And I meant just 500,000! Anyway, I’ll try again.
These are one of two things I miss since leaving Rockford.
Okay, I reckon I got a batch that should not have passed Quality Control. I’ll try one more time. And I did buy a Mrs. Fisher’s T-shirt.