It looked exactly like fat, fluffy chips. It smelled exactly the same, the tang of vinegar sharp in her nose. Even the taste was perfect.
"What's that face for?"
Rose attempted to discretely spit out the partially masticated chip. "Are they supposed to be this chewy?" She dug the chip from its grip on her back molar, disturbed as it stretched like chewing gum.
How could something so wonderful have such a bizarre texture? It was funny the similarities you found while travelling. But the differences could leave something to be desired.
dw100 — challenge #176: bond
dw100 — challenge #177: chips