At times there are foods so spectacularly good, I alone cannot find the words to properly describe them. Though I do not speak of Pringles as often as other foods around here, this does not diminish my love of this well-formed, duck-billed potato crisp.

So let us turn to the works of prose of the great wordsmiths of the ages, and let them speak for me today. In fact, watch closely and you’ll hardly see my lips moving.

We begin, of course, with the one and only William Shakespeare.

O Pringles, Pringles, wherefore art thou Pringles?
I must deny thy crispy goodness and refuse thy tastiness;
For if I wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I’ll find myself 240 pounds again.

Or how about Charles Dickens?

“It was the best of snacks, it was the worst of snacks; it was the age of weight loss, it was the age of weight gain; we had pounds before us, we had pounds behind us; we were all going directly to the Pringles aisle, we were all going the other way.”

A little L. Frank Baum never hurt:

“No matter how dreary these salty snacks are, we people of flesh and blood would rather eat them than any sort of steamed vegetable, be it ever so beautiful: There is no snack like Pringles.”

And no literary quote tour would be complete without Jane Austen:

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a case of Pringles.

There you have it folks, I can’t do better than that. But that won’t stop me from trying. Enjoy your Tuesday and have a Pringle on me…

9 Responses to “Pringles”

Sagan said
May 26, 2009 at 12:27 am

Some foods deserve odes. I find praises to popcorn, for example, in literary works all the time. These foods need to be celebrated indeed.

Tom Rooney said
May 26, 2009 at 9:12 am

Clone chips make me smile.

woze said
May 26, 2009 at 9:17 am

but… if a single man possesses a good fortune, would not he have all the cases of pringles that he wants? why would he ever want for more, when he could just send runners out to get some while he was polishing off the last of his canisters?

Mom said
May 26, 2009 at 9:32 am

How do I love thee, Pringles? Let me count the ways…. flavored, original, low fat, I love thy crunchiness to the depth and breadth my tummy can hold. And my father, he indeed loved them too.

Tony said
May 26, 2009 at 10:55 am

my love of pringles grows
like my waist streaching large and full
my heart yearns for grease

Its a Haiku….

Jenn@slim-shoppin said
May 26, 2009 at 1:18 pm

I have to concur on the Pringle thing!

My kids favorite are by far the Pizza flavor and dill pickle (gross!)

I love the sour cream and onion the best. Although once you open a can at my house, its gone the same day! Good thing they are cheap!

Quix said
May 26, 2009 at 2:13 pm

There was once was a Pringles can
I have to admit I’m a huge fan
Salt and vinegar, oh they are my fav
Though after on the treadmill I must slave
But they were worth the 12 miles I ran

…cheesy, but my “poetic” contribution to the lovely little chippies!

Charlie said
May 27, 2009 at 8:05 am

Excellent poeming there, kids. You all get an A+. Now head to the supermarket and treat yourself to a can of Pringles.

Tuscanystone said
May 27, 2009 at 1:24 pm

At last! A food that we get on both sides of the pond!

Great odes and yes, a truely great textured crisp!

Tusc 🙂