Fritos, a blast from the past this morning…

This was what I ate as a child, every afternoon, a yellow bag of Fritos, just like these.

I would race from school to the drugstore where Mother worked, for a bag of  Fritos with a fountain cherry coke. 

And how much did this bag cost?  A nickel, five cents.  Yep, that’s right, five cents.  Pretty amazing, huh…

I’m still a fan, too.  I seldom eat Fritos as they are loaded with oil, but oh, do I love them.  And thankfully, Frito-Lay hasn’t messed with the recipe, they taste just like I remembered them as a little girl…