Thursday, January 20, 2011
Fritos are one of my comfort foods - they have lots of good memories attached. Fritos are road trip food. They go crunch as I ride down the highway singing Randy Travis at the top of my lungs. I wipe the Frito dust from my fingers as I sit around a campfire telling jokes under a starry night. Fritos are part of my happy place.
As soon as I left the US for the Great Beyond & discovered there were no Fritos there, I quickly added them to the top of my care package wish list. Concerned friends & family members started sending me bags of the crunchy goodness along with heart-felt notes expressing empathy for my Frito-less-ness. My parents even cleared a spot in their luggage for a big tub of Fritos when they came to visit last September.
But now I am saved! Fritos do exist on the other side of the globe after all! What a wonderful world it is!