Now I’m on a mission

In the real world (the good ol’ US of A) I would never buy flavored chips preferring instead to make various dips or do stupid things like pour Frank’s hot sauce all over a bowl of of them (I can hardly keep the saliva in my mouth as I write that). Now, here in Deutschland, I seem to have stumbled into some sort of foreign chip territory, lured in, as I was, by the promise of the mythical chakalaka flavor. The Funny/Frisch chip isle turns out to be some siren I cannot seem to resist.

The peperoni flavor was a lot more chakalaka than the Chakalaka was but I’m still missing that wallop. Must go, the chip isle is calling . . .

Boom chakalaka

I’m not sure what I expected chakalaka to taste like but I knew I had to buy these chips when I was in the snack aisle of the Rewe supermarket and I said “Chakalaka” out loud rather animatedly, as one does when presented with words like that. I had not realized there was a guy behind me also looking at the “Funny-Fresh” chip selection so rather than put the bag back in front of him I took it and fled.

We were wearing masks so he won’t know me on the street if he sees me, thank god, but he might recognize some of my dance moves if we were in, say, a discotheque.

The chips, with a name like chakalaka, were not exactly as chakalicious as you might expect. If I had to choose a name for them based on flavor it would be more on the order of Tralalalah or Doodle dee doo. And had they had that name I’d have avoided the embarrassing samba I was attempting in the store.