Now, my bags of chips don't sing to me like that bag of limes from my last post, but they get the message of their need to be used across just fine. If they DID sing, however, I imagine they'd be singing along with Mr. Withers - "Oh, you just keep on using me until you use me up." It cracks me up just how well the lyrics of this song fit a bag of chips! It never used to be a problem - using up those chips. But, nowadays, it is. Do I stop buying them? Nooo! Not only do I keep buying them - I buy more "gourmet" chips - chips that give the impression that a "sandwich and chips" dinner is fine fare! Still - what to do with ALL those chips - especially those last broken up bits. You toss them all together and make these chicken fingers. To paraphrase the song, "If it tastes this good getting used, you just keep on using me until you use me up!"
Chips never used to last long enough in my house to get to that stage where you start wondering about their freshness. But, now that we're empty nesters, this happens quite frequently. I used to just toss them. This past week, however, I stopped myself as the recollection of one of my kids' favorite meals popped into my head. Several years ago I had read about an idea of using crushed up potato chips to coat chicken breast strips. I had a hunch that this was something my little brood would enjoy. They loved them!