I was over at Danielle Allison’s the other day for lunch on my way to Ballinasloe to tell stories at the library. She handed me a packet of crisps, which is their generic term for potato or corn chips, plus anything else crispy that comes in small sacks. Chips, by the way, is what they say when they mean french-fries. So, to review fries are chips and chips are crisps. Oh yeah, one more thing: crackers are biscuits.
The picture of the bag pretty much says it all. Hard to understand why anyone would want to eat “Banshee Bones, Salt & Vinegar Flavour Maize & Potato Snacks, Great Value Fun Pack, BAKED NOT FRIED.” It's even harder to fathom when you actually see them. They look like over-sized murky-white cheetos, about the size of your thumb. I tasted one, because, you know, when in Ireland and all that, but I didn’t finish it. Miss Hannah Heneghan, Danielle's two year old daughter, happily snatched the bag when I offered it and finished them off, literally ingesting the lore of her native land.
Who says the Irish aren't interested in perpetuating their ancient cultural heritage?
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