I have found that finding savory value in a tortilla chip initiates with the proper rotation of said crispy mexican snack. When I eat the same brand of chip over and over again, it loses its flavor. I will then switch to a different brand to be refreshingly pleased with the level of salt and thickness of tortilla. When my selection of tortilla chip loses its creativity, the chip loses its saltiness. How then may it be made salty again? If I come back to it after trying something different will be as pleasing as the initial bite? Though there continue to be new brands and styles and flavors created with more and more salt added as a marketing tool, I always do come back to the Blue Chips. They are organic. They are the original. They are from the earth. They are like the Acts 2 church.
After dropping off a friend at the airport early this morning I decided that my 5:00 a.m. awakening necessitated an over-priced cup of caffeinated goodness. I went to one of the four Starbucks within one mile of each other on Polaris Parkway. I was greeted by a friendly but not overly-perky female who helped me decide how many shots of espresso to add to my grande dark chai latte. For what it is worth, chai tea with two shots of espresso is a wonderful combination: a muted aroma of chai compliments a decadent balance of soothing tea with the fine flavor of freshly ground espresso bean. It made me pierce my lips, squint my eyes, wrinkle my forehead, and nod. The scruffy yet well-mainted guy who handed my drink to me was also especially nice. All of my last 12 trips to any Starbucks, Caribou Coffee, or local coffee shop in the central-northern Ohio area have been filled with pleasant people-encounters. Is it the atmosphere? Is it the subculture? Is it the closest existence to community that most people experience?