Method to My Madness

I eat the broken chips first (potato, tortilla, corn, etc.). It’s “survival of the fittest.” Natural selection, even. Had they been strong chips, they’d have stayed whole and survived longer.

As a side note, those chips deliberately broken by any meal companions don’t count as “broken” in the true sense. I consider those artificially broken and are not necessarily weaker so much as bullied. I feel sorry for bullied chips.

Don’t get me wrong, when the bottom of the bowl approaches, no chip is truly safe. I enjoy eating them all – especially with queso. I’m just saying that, as with everything in life, there’s a hierarchy.

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5 Comments on “Method to My Madness”

  1. DHCruiser Says:

    pffft…They aren’t bullied. They couldn’t stand up to the additional pressure, so they fall somewhere between the naturally broken and the whole chips! 🙂

  2. Six Says:

    This is a whole new level of compulsive. I can get behind the separating of the skittles, even the m&m’s… but the chips! Really — you eat the ones that dip the best first, regardless if they are broken or not. That way you get a good ratio of queso to chip early, before those sharing the table eat it all!!

    Hmm.. maybe my compulsive side is showing on the quantity of quality queso.

  3. Christy Says:

    Six – I don’t separate the chips – I just eat the visible broken ones first. I also don’t separate skittles and M&M’s, but I do eat them in the appropriate colors required to maintain a relatively equal number of each color remaining. Even in these instances, broken candies are eaten first followed by colors.

    Cruiser – Based on your logic, all chips are prone to being broken under pressure. I still don’t think that they should be eaten with the “naturally broken” first group. It is, however, acceptable for this to be the second group eaten just before the remaining whole chips.

  4. Cindy Says:

    I won’t eat broken chips. Nor will I eat broken M$Ms. I’m also freakish enough to separate my skittles. Yup…I know there’s a psychological name for this.

  5. Christy Says:

    Do you not eat them because they aren’t worthy? If so, I can get behind that train of thought as well.

    I don’t take the next step into separating my skittles as this ventures right into Monk territory. Someone wise once told me that it’s only a disorder if it interferes with your life. Obsessive compulsive is perfectly acceptable on its own.

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