Somewhere along the tapestry of my life's journey, a memory flickers—a fleeting moment when the taste of Planters Chips crossed my palate. Admittedly, my family pledged allegiance to the Pringles kingdom, yet these chips managed to find their way into my world. In the realm of flavors, they held their own, and I harbored a special fondness for the ridged variety. There was something inherently satisfying about the tactile sensation that those ridges imparted, guiding me through a journey of flavor discovery. A journey, if I may add, that often detoured towards the realm of savory delight.