Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Some Clarification


There has been some confusion among my readers recently. "What is a Potato Finger?" They ask. Well, technically it's a potato.

Firstly it is a cute little potato called a fingerling. There are loads of varieties, all of them small and finger-shaped. They are low in starch and make fabulous potato salads or general household decorations.

Some of the more fashionable homes in my area put these fingerling potatoes in clear glass bowls and place them around on end tables. It makes for interesting conversation. And if you get munchy you can just pick one up and eat it like an apple.

But the potato finger fingerling is not to be confused with the The Company: PotatoFinger. We earned that name the old fashioned way. Passion. The Big Boss loves potato chips. When he was a kid his nickname became "potato finger" because his hands were constantly in a potato chip bag. So when he grew up he decided he wanted to be the Big Boss of a potato chip company.

So thats what he did. And our Potato Chip Team and loads of potato chip lovers are grateful he decided to follow his heart.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

The Chip Girls Go Glamour

Today was a big day in PotatoFinger world. The Big Boss sent the twin chip girls over to the salon early this morning. There we were pampered and blow dryed and beautified. Next we drove over to Channel 11 to film a live spot on a local show there called Atlanta and Company.



The Big Boss was a afraid the chip girls may not capture the audience so he asked his neighbor to join us. It was a terrific idea because the neighbor is a hotty. His job was to shake martini's and look good. He was an over-achiever. In seven minutes he shook up four of the best vodka martini's on the planet. I tried not to look over at him so I wouldn't get distracted. You can watch all the fun yourself on: Atlanta and Company

As if it wasn't pressure enough to go LIVE on television with a hotty, the Big Boss was in the background coaching us and tossing out all sorts of tips. "Don't forget to talk about the book." He kept saying. So what was the one thing we forgot? The book. It's the one Allen Kurzweil wrote called Leon and the Champion Chip. The Big Boss loves this book. We sell it on our website. Finally, at the tippy last minute we saw him in the background behind all those bright lights and cameras frantically miming opening and closing a book.

But the big news is that it is National Potato Chip Day. The television studio was in a frenzy themselves as we threw bags out to the crew. Oh happy day. Oh happy chips. Abigail, Your Potato Chip Girl

Monday, March 13, 2006

The Big City


You can consider New York City done, because the Chip Girls did it. And we feel we did it well. We started each day with a Dean and Dulca coffee. My twin has this thing for Katie Curick so we taxied there from our hotel hoping to catch a glimpse of the super-star. Well, the other chip girl, Chinique, and I went down for the beverage and scones, but Kerri stood out by the famous fence so hopeful, so eager. She never did see Katie but we learned the day we left they interviewed Mathew McConahay down there. What a near miss. Jeez.



After our coffee we went to the Javits center for the trade show. We were a smashing success. Our booth had so many visitors they spilled out into the aisle. It was a wild trade show anyway because so many booths were sampling speciality vodkas and Eurpean Wines. It gave the show a toasty, warm glow. My twin and I met an Italiano named Paulo. He sold truffles, not the chocolate kind but we forgave him for that because he was Italiano. Here is a picture of Paulo with us by his truffles.

The show closed at five o'clock everyday and the Chip Girls have our booth closing down to a science. We were only New York for five days so we had to act with grace and speed if we wanted to shop the required amount of time to leave us exhausted, broke and very, very happy.

We covered up our precious chips lest a late night stroller become overtaken by the PotatoFinger Urge and crunch up all our inventory. Getting back to our hotel was tricky. Five O'Clock is shift change for the cabbies and apparently a full day of cab driving makes the drivers a little bit cranky. Hordes of people streamed out of the Javits all waving and whistling frantically to hail a cab. Very few had any luck. The first day or so we were sweet, demure and unsucceful. We cleverly changed our tactics and literally walked up streets center aisle knocking on cabbies windows and smiling energetically. I recommend this technique to anyone struggling to get a cab at shift change. We got a cab everytime.


At the hotel we quickly changed out of our costumes into our funky monkey wardrobe. Oh wait, I'm the only one with a funky monkey wardrobe. My twin is more an Anne Klein girl and Chinique is an avid H&M fan. Once appropriately garbed we practically ran into the streets to begin our night out. Now New York City is huge. Thousands of shop, maybe hundreds of thousands. I feel that in our five day spree we hit, and this is a modest estimate, 300 shops.

We know the trip to New York was successful because we all came back giddy and exhausted. And all our new clients are calling up for chip orders that we happily fill while wearing our stylish New York wardrobe. Life is good and it's even better with chips.
Your Potato Chip Girl, Abigail