I really like crackers, you guys. I have to get that out there, because I think I might have a problem. I like crackers a lot. An intervention might be called for.
I’m a cracker connoisseur from way back, you see. It all started when I was a youngin. Since my first experience with them, I have tirelessly researched the subject, experimenting with my taste buds’ reaction to dozens of varieties. This research has been ongoing for over twenty years, so I feel the title of connoisseur is quite appropriate at this stage.
As a connoisseur, I believe it is my duty to report a disturbing trend in the cracker world as of late: namely, the application of flavor primarily in powdered form. It is my assertion that if more than 30% of the cracker’s flavor is left clinging to my fingers rather than deposited in my mouth, the cracker has failed on a fundamental level.
And that makes me sad.
So let me cast out a ray of hope which you, humble reader, may use in finding your way out of this cracker dark age. There is at least one new breed of cracker worth taking note of, and that new breed is Town House’s very own Flatbread Crisp.
They’re delicious, for real. You know that scene in Star Trek Generations when Guinan is describing the Nexus? “I was like being inside joy.”
Yeah, they’re sort of like that.