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Potato Chip Paradise

June 27th, 2009 (01:12 pm)

current mood: amused

Yesterday I took my son on a road trip to the Route 11 Potato Chip Factory in the Shenandoah Valley. (For you Virginians, that's in the town of Mt. Jackson; take exit 269 off I-81. It recently moved there from a location in Middleburg.) We watched as the line turned out thousands of sweet-potato chips, which was the variety being made that day. And we sampled those and the other kinds of chips that the factory produces. I liked the sweet potato chips best, followed closely by the barbecue chips. My son liked the barbecue chips best, then the lightly salted and the garlic-herb varieties.
Afterward, we stepped outside into the parking lot. I breathed deeply of the sweet-potato-scented air and admired the nearby Blue Ridge mountains. My seven-year-old said, "I wish I could live here!"

I asked, "In the Shenandoah Valley?"

"No," he responded, "In the potato chip factory."