Here is a nasty little secret about me that few people know (until now, that is):
I find myself having crushes on particular edible items and losing my mind over these items until I make myself sick. And then my addiction is over.
So if I think something is yummy, I will go crazy, purchasing as many as I can find. Take, for example, my latest fixation: Utz chips.
It started with a bag of the crab chips (see related post), and then spread to the Grandma’s kettle ones. Who knows where it will end because I have found an enabler: my friend Terri. We flew to Baltimore together, but she stayed for a few more days to visit her parents.
Though I love to travel, I don’t like to pack and unpack, and I refuse to check bags. So I have to be careful if I shop. While in Baltimore, I did purchase a few things for friends and family, and thus did not have room to bring back any Utz. Plus, bags of chips take up a lot of room and crush easily. Packing = bad idea.
Terri and I concocted a plan: She and her mom would go to the grocery store and do a little shopping for Utz (with some Berger thrown in) and mail me the contraband. And I would pay her for parcels and postage.
This is the image she sent me yesterday:
Utz wonder wall
I almost fell down a flight of stairs at Arnold. Once I gained my composure, I placed my order. Here is part of what is on its way to my house:
Part of my care package
Thank you, Terri, for feeding my addiction.
No intervention necessary. I’m sure I’ll make myself sick, then move on to something else.
Observe and report 
According to the Utz Wikipedia page, Utz’s distribution area “spans from Maine to South Carolina.” Your next Utz fix could be just one state away!
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Oh god, not again.
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The “South Carolina” distribution area is a bit misleading. According to the Utz Web site, only the far northern parts of South Carolina (e.g., the Rock Hill area and Charlotte suburbs) are covered.
I agree, however, that Utz’s chips are A.W.E.S.O.M.E. Frito Lay could learn something from Utz.
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