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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Cape Cod Girls Weekend 2011 - Cape Cod Potato Chip Factory

A good friendship can like a diamond - you are made more special by having a good friend, your value as a person can be enhanced, and if you are lucky, everyday can reveal exciting new facets.

Take my friend Christine: When planning last year's Girls Weekend on Cape Cod she mentioned that she LOVED Cape Cod potato chips and was excited to learn about the possibility of a tour of the factory. Unfortunately, we weren't able to go last year because the plant was closed due to repairs.

There was a scare when looking at the dates for this year's trip. If we hadn't gone up to the Cape a day earlier that the rest of our friends, the plant would have been closed for inventory, and that would have been a shame. Also a shame, that a) this blog is not aroma equipped, because the smells ... Let's just say I was craving fish-n-chips in the parking lot, and b) that no photos are allowed in the factory and gift shop.


Car in the lot and well-marked directions

Christine: in raptures that we were actually there, and with all of her loot!

We didn't even make it out of the parking lot before she ripped into every single one of those bags, plus the free samples. I have to say that my favorite were the Sweet & Spicy Jalapeno, but couldn't only eat a few of them because I knew they were going to cause me problems. Christine kept eating away ... much to her unhappiness later that night. When the girls finally arrived, we greeted them with chips and champagne!

I can't believe that the ratio of chip bags to girls was about 1:1. And they say girls are dainty eaters! HA!

1 comment:

moosh in indy. said...

My postcard was delicious!