Recently while getting my nails done at a Vietnamese nail salon I watched a cooking show that featured a contest challenging the chefs to make Pringles chips. Nobody got even close. Last week on a motorcycle ride through the hills of NC, we stopped at a gas station with a sign, bathrooms for patrons only. So I bought a can of Pringles just to see what’s on the label. Suffice to say there are a bunch chemicals in the Pringles recipe that the TV chefs didn’t have access to. They never had a chance.
Are you in the mafia?