Growing up I had a serious obsession with salt and vinegar chips.  Salty, tangy, lip puckering crispy chips.  Love.  Them.  Kettle cooked, baked, fried, with ridges, without ridges, wavy, curved, thick cut, thin cut, stacked nice and neat, broken and strewn about… didn’t matter to me.  I’d put them in my sandwiches, eat them plain,