I don’t really believe in vampires .. I don’t think I do. But if they do exist, I don’t think they’ll come around our house. Vince, being Italian, thinks garlic goes with everything. Not sure what Chad’s reason is but whatever he cooks, the first thing I say is “not too much garlic please!” His idea of not too much garlic is quite different from my idea of not too much garlic.
Have you ever eaten at a Carino’s? They serve bread with crunchy garlic chips in olive oil. When we would go there, we’d always ask for garlic chips to go. Then one day we found them at our local Wal-Mart. I was thrilled but Vince and Chad were more thrilled. They’re no longer at our local Wal-Mart. In fact, about six months ago, I found them on the markdown shelf. Made my day! I bought them all but we were on our last jar and getting desperate. Wal-Mart no longer carries them and despite my most desperate pleas, will not get them again.
Out of desperation, I contacted the company who makes them. Nope, they only sell to stores . . not desperate-hooked-on-garlic-chip families like us. I guess I sobbed and begged enough til the guy finally said “OK Lady! If you’ll stop emailing me and buy 12 jars, I’ll sell them to you!” He didn’t really say that but he wasn’t too keen on sending them but I have no shame when it comes to food. I scribbled out a check, popped it in the mail and my favorite UPS man delivered a box of garlic chips.
Now . . I’m off to hide them from Chad and Vince. Garlic chips will be rationed at my house!