They weren’t kidding when they called these habanero potato chips “Death Rain.” I think they gave my internal organs third-degree burns.

This concludes my blog posting for today. You can blame the shortness of my blog posting on whomever scheduled my hockey game for 10:15 p.m. on a Sunday night. I don’t know who they are, but they better hope I don’t find them.

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  • Here comes a reader you didn’t know you had out of the shadows….

    I’m curious about the chips. We had fantastic habanero chips down in Mexico, and immediately missed them upon return home. I found them in a Mexican grocery store north of Bellingham, but they must be from a different factory because the taste was different and suddenly they were kettle cooked.

    Did you actually pay shipping for these chips you tried, or can I find them somewhere in Vancouver?


  • Ooooh, I love when lurkers come out of the shadows!

    I found those chips at Stong’s, a grocery store on the Westside. I’m never buying them again because my taste buds are finally re-growing after being burnt off, but I’ll check and see if they still have them the next time I’m in Stong’s and I’ll let ya know.


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