I’m so about to gross you out.

I don’t really care, because I’ve debated about telling you this for days, and I can’t help myself.

No, I’m not pregnant.

(You should rejoice.)

They brought back the original Taco Doritos.

This is something I’ve spent a million hours praying would happen.

Okay, if I did that, I’m pretty sure I should be put away.

Actually, how do you know where I am right now?

Focus, Julie.

So I saw them at the store (buy one, get one free, if you must know) and it said original taco flavor on the front.

And then my life flashed before my eyes.

I was at my Grandpa’s house, and all the other grandkids were begging me to ask my pawpaw for money to go to the candy store. That was my job. I was a brazen little thing.

And my pawpaw never once told me no.

It was also a thing.

Anyway, I got to hold the dollars.

I always bought Taco Doritos.

And then  I would eat the entire bag, and get really nauseous.

But it was all mine.

Super rare for the baby of the family.

So, when I opened this retro bag of chips, and took my first taste – again – tears welled up.

The last time I teared up with those same tears was when I had a bite of rhubarb pie.

But I’ll save that for another day.


My food memories are full of preservatives.

But also gardens.

Ever have a less than ripe gooseberry?

Then you have not lived to your full potential.

The  end.