Tim's Chips -- In a Class By Themselves

Mine is a true tale - April 2000 and a fifth grade class at Sand Lake School, NY is deciphering an "Artifact Box". An "artifact box" is a box from an unknown school, somewhere in the U.S.A., filled with clues to decipher where it is from. Well it took two long days, but the class finally figured out the location of the school as "Ephrata, WA". And included in the box from Grant Elementary School, WA, to us, is a bag of Tim's Cascade Style Alder Smoke Barbecue Flavored Potato Chips. Phew, the name is longer than my whole story. But, boy are they great. We New Yorkers have never tasted chips so crunchy!, so tangy!, so flavorful!, so delicious!. The entire class is fighting over the bag!

We really enjoyed your chips and I just wanted you to know that an elementary school in Washington thought so much of your chips that they sent us a bag as a representative item from their state!

Sweet Chip Child

Man I'll never forget that summer that I stayed with Grandma. She loved me so. She would tell me stories of how my Grandpa, named Umpapa, would make trips from the old country. He would bring pumpkins that were grown on his family's land. He was determined to make pumpkin jalepano chips. He swore they would be a hit in America. BUT a few weeks after coming here he decided dentistry was more his cup of tea.

I loved that story as a kid. The best part was that Grandma would always let me sleep with a bag of Tim's Cascade Chips nestled between my arms. As I would wake covered with chips (mostly in my hair) my Grandma would lightly brush my head and say "Good morning my sweet Chip Child." Then she would lovingly fluff the sheets as thousands of little chip pieces fell from the sky like snowflakes.

I love my Grandma and I thank you Tim's Cascade Chips for giving me memories that will last a lifetime.

Seattle, WA
Matt Steele

For The Love Of One Chip

I lived in WA for 2 years and fell in love with Tim's Cascade Chips. They were the best chips I had ever eaten. When I moved to VA in 1995, one of the few things I really missed were Tim's Chips. A friend mistakenly told us that Tim's had gone out of business and I was crushed. Recently, on a visit back to Seattle, I discovered, to my joy, that Tims was still in business.

Before we flew home, I made my husband stop at Larry's Market to buy what he thought would be one or two bags of chips. Little did he know that we would be carrying home 10 Party sized bags of Tim's chips home on the plane!!!!!

My only fear was that the x-ray security belt would crush them, however, they remained unscathed.

I am now home in VA enjoying my chips.

Thank you,
Jill Foster

Tim's Brings New Friends Together!

I was eating a Tim's Sea salt and Vinegar chip on an airplane from Spokane WA to Reno NV, and the man in front of me heard the loud crunch and asked what on earth was i eating that was so crunchy? I told him it was Tim's Cascade chip! He told me he had never heard of them, I promptly shared my goods with this stranger. He was from back east , and BEGGED for me to let him know where to find these specialty chips, I replied in any grocer in the PNW.

Well, I later moved to Reno, NV, and had my parents send me Tim's Sea Salt and Vinegar chips all the time, and just last week I FOUND THEM in a local store here! I was so HAPPY! And that gentleman who ate some of my Tim's chips, well he and I are penpals now! And he buys a stock of Tim's whenever he is in the PNW.

Thanks for making great food and great friends!

Sincerely
Nicole Adkins, Reno, NV

Chip Eating Euphoria

I love Tims cascade style Jalapeno potato chips like I have never loved anything before. Sure I have enjoyed other chips but not like these. It's sort of a strange experience eating these chips. Because, if I eat one my mouth gets really hot but if I eat another one the fire ceases for a second only to get twice as hot. Thus the cycle begins. I eat yet another one and another one causing me to spiral into an endorphined crazed trance of chip eating euphoria that ends with me rolling on the ground with my head in the bag licking out the lonely crumbs from the deepest corners of the bag. I need help, or at least a way to order these chips in fifty pound bags. That way I can get my entire body in the bag to let the heat permeate ever pore of my being.

Tim, I love you!
Joshua Wilson

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