Another Girlyskirt Review

The other day, as I was ambling through the aisles of a Canadian Tire, my eyes befell upon an amazing array of Frank chips. How fascinated I was by this unknown brand and, naturally, was obligated to seize me one for essaying and assessing. But, to mix things up a little, I decided to procure their version of cheese puffs instead of my usual potato-based snack. And how thrilled I was with my purchase. Not only were they easy on the wallet, but these melt-in-your-mouth munchies were so light and airy, it was like feasting on a fairy. The cheese coating in question could not be confused with a classic Cheddar or a Camembert, but it was chemically creative and to my surprise a teensy smidgen of vinegar-esque velvetiness vibrated my uvula, zipping these treats to a whole new level. And, might I add, upon completion of consumption, my fingers, miraculously, were not glowing with an incandescent orange substance, despite the endless list of unnatural additives.
       When it comes to cracking these cheesy jokes, rest assured that they are no laughing matter. So, the next time you are in need in of Gorilla Glue or Jig-a-Loo, this is what I propose you do: hop over to Canada's favourite hardware store and keep your eyes open for Frank. Sure, he may not be as popular as Mr. Pringles or that Ruffles fellow but, on a cold winter's night, I guarantee you'll enjoy fingering his petite phallic-esque puffs of pleasure. Besides, how can you resist a snappy chap in a blue cap with bowtie to match?
       Fans of other cheese sticks might vehemently disagree with me...but, on the wang-o-meter, these bite-sized bits of bacchanal-like bliss rate a breathtaking 8 inches. If you are seeking a bold blast of artificial cheddar, these may not be the best of the bunch. I, however, was won over by their airiness and how guiltless I felt as I gorged upon them...Also, the packaging was amazing!

To quote more Shakespeare...

 

 

Potato Salad, Anyone???

 

 

I assume the white globs are the potatoes

...and not eggs, right?

 

So, then, what's holding it all together?

Egg salad? Mashed potatoes? Cake batter?

 

And what's in that icing?

 

I guess there are just some things in life

we'll never know.

 

And while on the subject of Hellmann's:

 

To quote Shakespeare...

 

 

 

It's 2017...

...and what better way to start the year

than with a Girlyskirt chip review:

In an unending quest to flavor their potatoes with tastes from around the world, the people at President's Choice have come out with a new savory chip...Harissa Hummus. This latest attempt at global gourmandise and gastronomic gluttony purportedly transports us to the Middle East (MENA, to be exact) with hints of caraway, chili, coriander, cumin and spearmint. So, what exactly does this amalgamation of aromatic additives taste like? Yes, you guessed it! BBQ.  Well, more of an international BBQ, to be exact. There was an element of exotica, a soupcon of spice that tickled my palette with foreign piquancy. However, fans of Ali Baba won't be soaring on any magic carpets where these Islamic-themed edibles are concerned. Heartbrokenly, there's no huzzah for harissa here. Personally, I base the success of a chip on the number of sittings it takes to complete the entire bag (naturally, a single sitting being the epitomy of tastiness.) In this case, unfortunately, it took more than one night to complete...more like 1001 nights, if you want to get all allegorical. If only I would have found an Aladdin's Lamp inside the bag, that way I could have wished for a different flavour of chips and not these uninspired ridged units of mediocrity that I was now compelled to keep in my kitchen cupboard for future consumption. Needless to say, Sinbad the Sailor won't be substituting his shish taouk for a sack of these subpar potato particles anytime soon. On the wang-o-meter, these tangy tidbits, sadly, make hummus humdrum and rate a disappointing 4.5 inches (at least 3 inches less than the Syrian or Lebanese average...from what I hear.)

So, what happened this Christmas???

 

A Girlyskirt Chip Review

As I sauntered down the chip aisle of my local grocery store the other day, I accidentally stumbled upon a new flavor of Pringles. My initial reaction was "Wasabi? Wassup with that?" And, so, naturally I had to buy a package and sample them (fortunately, they were on sale...or this review might have only been posted at a later date.) In any case, upon arriving home, I quickly cracked back the pull-back flap, took the stack and snack attacked. Like the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor, I was caught off guard...mostly because the heat of the wasabi in my mouth was Hiroshima-esque. But, the POW factor quickly subsided and I was able to enjoy the rest of the can without all the WW2 references. Fans of wasabi peas will be delighted to know that the flavor worked equally well on potatoes (or in this instance, a dried potato, corn starch, corn flour and rice flour mixture) The little hint of green powder on the curved treat also added a nice festive flair and might look quite snazzy on the head of a ceramic pope, if for some reason one just happened to have one sitting around in their kitchen. Needless to say, these tasty taters were terminated in no-time at all (without any alcoholic accompaniment, might I add.) On the wang-o-meter these fancy factory-made frites rate a splendid 8.5 inches. However, take note, if you are not a fan of the wasabi, then I suggest you watusi away from these crunchy munchies.

Movie Quotes Looney Tunes Style

 

 

 

A Girlyskirt Chip Review

 

After a regular blog reader tipped me off to the release of this new flavour of chips, I was agog with pleasure, drooling at thought of Stovetop Stuffing mix being incorporated into a fried potato snack. And, so, quickly I darted off to the local grocery store, my newly-developed swimmer-arm muscles flexing with excitement. Upon securing them and arriving home, I was on pins and needles, anxious to rip open the bag and find out what they tasted like. However, it was lunch time and instead I ended up eating a delicious plate of gnocchis in a horse meat tomato sauce, sprinkled with a pepper goat cheese. Needless to say, I was too full to insert anything into my mouth afterwards. But, a few hours (and two glasses of wine) later, I was prepared to try these new tater treats. And to my ultimate dismay, they were the ultimate in blandness. Not only did they taste nothing like the Stovetop I was dreaming about, they didn't taste of anything. This flavoured chip was the closest to a plain potato chip that I have ever experienced. Sure, there was an attempt at spice, but they weren't even close to what I want, what I really, really want! If you're looking for hints of sage, thyme, and parsley, then I suggest you check out a fresh herb counter somewhere. Would I buy them again? No! Would I eat them again if they were served to me? Of course. One doesn't look a gift chip in the mouth. But when it comes to a good Thanksgiving stuffing, I certainly wasn't giving any thanks. Sad to say, on the wang-o-meter, these chips rate a less-than-acceptable three inches...and we all know that with three inches, you're not getting much of a stuffing! 

Dance Party Collage

A Girlyskirt Collage

Another Girlyskirt Halloween Production

Another Girlyskirt Cinematic Chiller

Watch at your own risk

 

Can you spot the 5 differences?

 

 

 

Can you spot the 5 differences?

Can you spot the 5 differences?

Alice in Sandersland???

 

 

And while on the subject:

 

Just Another Wednesday Night Dance Party

Virtual Tour #1

 

Oops! I forgot to move the recycling

out of camera range.

And so we begin...

...with a view of my front window:

 

 

...a view from my front window:

 

 

and the view from a 5-minute walk:

 

 

I know there's work being done on it...

but, no, they didn't build it just because they heard

I was moving into the neighbourhood.