It's not a stretch to compare our desire for chips and salsa to an addict's lust for his drug of choice. We know they do us no good, and yet we pine. They seduce us with their golden sheen, glistening in the dim lighting of our favorite Tex-Mex restaurant. We get lost in the bubbles, ridges and curls set in each chip after a quick bath in shimmering hot oil. The warmth that emanates from the paper-lined basket comforts us, and in that cozy state we... More >>>