The Proof is in the Pringles

Some of you are aware of my relationship with Pringles--when they are around, I can't resist them. I discovered this when I lived alone and thought I'd buy some Pringles to go with my sandwhich at lunch. I took a few out of the container and put them on my plate. A few minutes later I went back to the cupboard and took out a few more. Then a few more. It was as though they were calling to me--I could picture them inside the cupboard, in that half-empty container. Finally I realized I wouldn't be able to focus on anything else until all the Pringles were out of the house--so I finished them off. I can never buy the twin packs, no matter how much more cost-effective they may be. If Pringles are in the house, I have to eat them.

A couple of years ago, when I was pregnant with Janae, I was shopping at Walmart and happened upon a large display of Limited Edition Dill Pickle Pringles. Since I like dill pickle chips, I thought I'd give them a try. Well, they turned out to be the most flavorful and addictive Pringles I'd ever had. The next opportunity I had, I went back to Walmart . . . only to find that there was not one package of dill pickle Pringles in the store. Had I imagined them? They couldn't have ALL sold out in a couple of days, could they?

From then on I was on a quest. Every time I went to a store that sold Pringles, I'd look to see if they had dill pickle. I told friends and family about my search, hoping someone would find them. It didn't happen until almost a year later, when I was shopping at Safeway. I did my usual walk past the Pringles aisle, and saw DILL PICKLE. The packaging was different, but I bought them, and as soon as I got to the car I opened them . . . but they were not the same. They were alright, but not at all what I remembered. Just your average Pringles.

A couple of days later I received an emergency call from a friend on her cell phone--she was shopping at Save-On and saw Dill Pickle Pringles . . . she wanted to know how many I'd like her to buy for me. I had to tell her that it had all been a mistake . . . and she blamed the change on pregnancy.

 

Yesterday, I was at Walmart with Jason, waiting for my anti-nausea prescription to be filled. I said, "Let's see if they have Dill Pickle Pringles," and of course, they did (the "new" kind). And since I'd just lost 5 pounds with the flu, I thought it would be safe to pick up a package. When we got to the car I opened them and . . . they were AMAZING--just like the first ones I'd tasted. They had so much more flavor . . . they were impossible to stop eating. I don't know if it's because I'd only eaten crackers, toast, and rice for the previous week, or if it was because the pregnancy hormones were kicking in, but these were the Pringles I'd spent a year searching for.

So, this started me thinking. Dill Pickle Pringles could be used in place of a pregnancy test--at least for me. They are less expensive, seem to be 100 percent accurate, and they may even give earlier results. . . . I wonder how they'd taste with ice cream :)