When we were kids we were sometimes sat in a beer garden with a glass of lemonade and a packet of crisps each (I nearly wrote 'often' but that makes our parents sound like they were always at the pub, which isn't actually true). Trying to be nice, Dad would buy a selection and we would fight it out amongst ourselves. Being the youngest, I usually ended up with cheese and onion. I hate cheese and onion. For the record, here's what I do like:
5 Favourite Crisp Flavours:
- Salt and vinegar - not 'battery acid', as my friend refers to them
- Smoky bacon - probably tasted completely inauthentic, but extremely moor-ish
- Barbecue beef - particularly Hula Hoops (you have to put one on each finger-tip, of course)
- Prawn cocktail - Skips were particularly pleasant as they melted in the mouth
- Pickled onion flavour Monster Munch - oh, happy days
