The problem with going to Costco is the large portions. While stocking up on “known” items is great, rolling the dice on something new is always dangerous. You might find something you like, but if you guess wrong, you are stuck with a lot of something you don’t like.
I rolled the dice and bought some “Sensible Portions All Wheat Crisps“. I’m not a fan of potato chips by and large, so I’m willing to try more than a few snacks to find something to crunch on. The way that “Sensible portions” was highlighted made me think that this was being touted as a diet alternative. Why not give it a try?
The package had a few things to make me weary. They had “All Natural” mentioned on the package, which seems impossible because the package I picked up had neon orange “cheese” flavoring. It was also “gourmet”, which when combined with “diet food” means comes across as, “It’s not our fault if you think it tastes like crap. You have inferior taste buds.” Also, with the word “crisps” instead of chips, you get something baked, not fried, and also potentially British. That should have been the final warning.
I went ahead and paid the 10,000 won for this bag of crisps, hoping it would be good. I opened the package at home with Yoshi on my lap. After the first bite, I was resigned to eating a bag of crappy, overpriced pieces of packing foam for a month.
We never let Yoshi have “people” food, so whenever he gets a taste, like when we mix his medicine with yogurt, he goes crazy for it. Yoshi will hear you open a yogurt container and come running, thinking he’ll get to lick it clean. One of the crisps fell on my leg. Yoshi snapped it up and began to chew. Instead of trying to sniff out the source of the crisps to get more, he flopped over and looked up at me as if to say, “Man, my dog food is better than that.”
I told my wife that we’ve got a lot of crisps to work through, and I certainly wasn’t going to eat them alone. She promised to try some. Today she told me that when she opened the bag, Yoshi got an excited look on his face. The sound of crumpling plastic means “lunch” to Yoshi when we are home. He took one look at the snack crisp in her hand, gave a discontented sigh, and went back to sleep. He wasn’t even interested in trying to snag a crumb from her if he could.
My wife agrees that these crisps are a nasty snack. We’ve doggedly decided not to throw them out, but to complete the entire bag as a penance for being suckers. Still, you know it’s bad when even a dog won’t eat it.
