The lengths to which he will go

His love knows no limits.

He would climb any mountain, sail across a stormy sea, if that’s what it takes him, baby…

or he would travel to San Antonio just to bring me these:

He probably didn’t go there just to bring me back a bag of chips, but his sexy factor sure did increase several points by handing these to me when I picked him up from the airport.

Julio’s Chips are a legend in their own time. Lula has mentioned foodgasms (you know, food and …. well, you get it) and other bloggers have expressed their love for the seasoned corn chip. It wasn’t until early this year, though, that I got a taste for myself.

The Krazy Fam invited us over for dinner and somehow the topic turned to Julio’s. Out came a bag, never opened. I got to taste a fresh Julio’s chip. G had to slap my hand and snatch the bag away because I was shoveling the chips into my mouth with both hands. It was ugly.

Now I have a bag of my very own. I’ve been guarding them like a mama alligator protects her pod–biting and suffocating and drowning and all. I’m trying to be a little more decorous this go around, and so I only use one hand to shovel them into my pie hole.

P.S. And to think, I actually lived in San Angelo where Julio got his start and didn’t know about the golden goodness. To my credit, I lived there around the time he was getting his feet wet so word had not quite spread. Still, shame on me.

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2 thoughts on “The lengths to which he will go

  1. Du says:

    I had to fight some people off from taking chips when our plane was diverted and we were stuck with no food on the ramp. Those karate moves sure came in bandy–wax on, wax off.

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