It doesn’t matter if they are freshly cut and fried from homemade tortillas or if they are mass-manufactured in the Doritos factory (in fact, I’ve always had this fantasy that Doritos are made by Oompa-Loompa-like creatures the color of nacho cheese). Simply put, if tortilla chips are within walking distance I can’t not eat them. It’s like there’s a fire in my belly that only tortilla chips can put out. So ask away.
