The day after I make my Hanukkah latkes, my kitchen basically has a hangover. It’s messy, it smells like grease. It just seems tired.
For me, Pringles are an away food. I never ever buy them at home. I don’t keep them stocked in my pantry. I don’t ever get a Pringles craving while in my zip code. But put me in an airport, or alone in a hotel room with a stocked minibar? I go Pringles every time. I’m not really sure why I love Pringles while traveling.
Let's take a second and give the potato a round of applause. The humblest of all vegetables probably doesn't get enough credit for all the work that it does around the clock, but especially at the breakfast table.