Fry to resist: The greasy joy of chips
Nothing beats a bag of chips.
It’s good to know the spark is still there. Even after ten years of marriage and the exhaustions of two small children. That lovely moment where we look at each other with a mischievous glint in our eyes and both of us are thinking the exact same thing. The children are in bed. The house is semi-to-moderately tidy. There is nothing stopping us. In a second we are pawing at … our phones, ordering takeaway.
Tonight it’s the chipper. There is no other brown paper bag on earth quite like the brown paper bag of chips. The bag commands respect. Proper chip establishments will provide one which is lined with a white inner bag known in Latin as the chipidermis. This is designed to soak up oil but still allow pleasing damp warmth to seep through to the outside. From the moment that the man in the takeaway puts an extra shovel into the bag that you didn’t even ask for, right to the time the last piece of shrapnel is crunched, it’s hard to find a more satisfying experience than eating chips from a bag.
