We had another guilty pleasure (see below). Our nightly aperitif -- adults only, of course. And before you pooh-pooh it, may I just say that the salty crunch of the oh-so-sophisticated Chipster mingled with the icy sweetness of a chilly B on ice is not to be sniffed at.
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My big fat French obsessions
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