Admittedly, if given an opportunity the Surgeon General would punch me in the uterus over my inability to comply with the food pyramid so uber present in my youth:
In fairness, when someone else is involved I am
...Which is exxxxactly how a million years ago I ended up settling on chips and salsa and Oreo's as an evening meal.
If I'm bein' truthy with ya, I'm pretty sure this my have been a sustenance selection motivated by a few cocktails. I remember chatting on the phone later with my friend, Somp, and it going sumthin' like this:
BBG: I feel oogily and boogily.
Somp: Why? Are you coming down with something?
BBG: No, but apparently, chips, salsa and Oreo's aren't a great combination.
Somp: Well, no. I wouldn't think they would be.
BBG: ...Then I wish we'd had this fuckin' conversation before I ate 'em.
I still remember how queasy I felt.
Over the years, 'chips, salsa and Oreo's' have morphed into an a running joke with folks who were told this
It seems everyone I've mentioned this to has found the concept of chips, salsa and Oreo's to be thoroughly a bat shit crazy one.
So imagine my surprise when I received a text over the weekend from Somp with a photo she took whilst she was grocery shopping on the other side of the country:
I wished you had given me a jingle anytime since, oh, the mid-'90's. Being from an area highly valued for our run-of-the-mill-ness and sight of many national chain food test market experiments, ( --Oh how I fought for you, McPizza!) I gladly would have told you that your latest combo isn't going to be the rousing success you might be hoping for. "Oogily and boogily" are generally not words associated with banner sales, but ya didn't so good luck with that.