In my twenties, chips, gummy bears, and the cheesiest burritos I could make once fueled all of my runs, climbs, and camping trips. Now well into my mid-thirties and trying to set a better example for my growing toddler, I’ve spent the last two years rewriting my usual travel menu. I’ve largely replaced Skittles with real fruit and beer with La Croix. Flaming Hot Cheetos no longer claim permanent residency in my glove box. These days, as I stock up on snacks at the grocery store, my cart overflows with berries and carrot sticks.
But I can’t seem to kick my chip habit. After all, what’s a camping trip without a good bag of chips? On a recent snack run, I scanned the rows of Lays and Doritos, and quickly walked by the impostors—cauliflower crackers and freeze-dried broccoli don’t count—until my eyes fell on the row of SunChips.
Nostalgia washed over me as I reached for a red bag of the Garden Salsa flavor. Growing up in the nineties, SunChips were the snack. I distinctly remember opening my childhood best friend’s pantry with envy and grabbing the always-present bag of French Onion SunChips.
