new tayto flavours

I have some ideas for new crisp flavours churro de pescado, papas locas, cabbage and bacon,

down and dirty "thick" sweatpants

seamens cement,

what are yours?

fussyonion wrote: »

Tayto are overrated. Keogh's is where it's at.

keoghs are woeful. too thick. tayto have the most winsome crisp

EmmetSpiceland wrote: »

I mean, I’d try them but I’m just not sure I’d be too “taken” with them. I’m not really big on the whole scampi fries thing.

And, from what your describing, I can only imagine there’d be notes of vinegar coupled with a “sensation” like licking a 9v battery.

Are we talking potato crisp or corn snack here? Cooked in oil or air fried?

Okay let me describe that taste: so you are doing a midday jog on your lunch hour from a top five media company where you work as a well paid and very influential tech consultant. The jog track is busy with milfs and wall street types and there is the occasional babe with inline skates or some bearded bloke on a two thousand dollar bicycle returning to his "back in five" boutique coffee shop.

Then you see her: a beautiful mixed race goddess with her hair tied back in a scrunchie, leaning against the knotted wire perimeter of a basketball court drinking a shake, wearing a two part grey sweat suit, speaking to her rag-tag bunch of impecunious twenty-something friends, some of whom are sitting on the grass, all drinking shakes and discussing Dave Grohl and Percy Shelley.

You pass the occasional palm tree on your approach, and as you near the beautiful young specimen, you see her bubble - that "thick" butt - that glorious gelatinous protuberance bisected by a beautiful sweat slickened line.

You cannot take your eyes off the bubble, the "phat" rear-side package of this heaven sent angel of gulosity, and as you near this urban darling, this dryad of the hoops and food courts, a strong perspiration all over her body starts to become evident through the sweat suit.

And as you pass... the scent of her blows your mind: cheap nylon overlaid with cheesy Cheeto powdering; the funky, fungal smell of ripened underwear; something fruity and farty that just escaped her trouser leg; the aluminium aftertaste of a rinsed out tin of fresh sardines; the exotic note of week-old refried beans spilt on her tracksuit top after dinner at her dad's place; and something urban and hip, like sticky cannabis and burnt coffee.

You know you want those flavours, perfectly penetrated through an extruded piece of seasoned corn puff.

discobeaker wrote: »

Trying some of these at the moment. The philly cheese steak ones are absolutely horrible. The Beef Brisket ones are alright but nothing special.

Had the philly cheese steak ones earlier. Vaguely horrible and totally pointless right?