Guilty Pleasures

High up upon the dust-coated shelves of Citgo’s sparse grocery section sat the beloved bag of all-dressed ruffled potato chips. She imagined the familiar and pungent aroma, such an anomalous composite of flavors. Ketchup, BBQ, paprika, and vinegar jointly infused to create the strangest but most delightful of spud concoctions. “Just $2.00?” she thought wistfully … Continue reading Guilty Pleasures