They’re Like French Fries in a Can
So my husband randomly stopped at the grocery store and came home with Shoestring Potatoes. This is one of the ways I know we are meant to be together: He’s in the snack aisle, he sees this canister of crunchy goodness, and knows instinctively that I will love them.
It was like a culinary trip back to 1987. I spent half of that year washing down Shoestring Potatoes with Snapple. Side note, 1987 was also the year Oscar Meyer finally made bun-length hot dogs. Before that you had at least one meatless bite of bun with every hot dog. Makes you wonder why the hot dog people and bun people couldn’t coordinate their products earlier, kind of like how there was canned food for fifty years before the can opener was invented. Synergy, people.
For those of you who haven’t had Shoestring Potatoes, I’m sorry your parents didn’t love you enough to buy them for you. They’re sliced potatoes fried in vegetable oil and packaged in a canister. Before you get all judgmental about the quality of food in a canister, these are gluten-free and have no preservatives, transitive fat, or cholesterol. I recommend you pick some up on your next trip to the grocery store. Or better yet, send your husband.