selling out

i read today about clif bars. clif bars were named after the father of the inventor, gary. gary had the opportunity to sell the company to quaker oats for 120 million dollars, eight years after it was started. gary almost signed the papers (pen in hand!) and then walked out of the meeting. he decided not to become a super millionaire like paris hilton or donald trump or other admirable millionaires, but to keep the company and struggle through all the good and the bad.*

*according to the san francisco Guardian.

i think i would have signed the papers and now i feel bad.

Strange Tastes

Stopped in at the general store on 6th and Sterling this afternoon. On my way to the Vitamin Water, I spotted Wild White Nacho Doritos and Blazin' Buffalo n' Ranch Doritos. What happened to Cool Ranch?! Is being this out of touch with American snack food a sign of adulthood? Why there was a time when I knew exactly what was going on in the world of Pringles, Baked Lays, and most certainly, Doritos. Perhaps I should do some serious taste-testing reseach in anticipation of BBQ season at Prospect Park.

Dear friends, I am the recipient of both a doughnut and a quesadilla maker and am now the author of a posting on the state of Doritos. You would think I had some sort of eating disorder. I don't. And even if I did, I probably wouldn't announce it on this blog. Maybe on my other blog, but not on this one. Ok, one more thing: Cup of Noodles now offers a Salsa Picante Beef flavor. Wow!