The friend of the brother of a woman working at the Chapman's factory told me this as I was gobbling it down today, as if i hadn't just eaten half a pig, potatos, parsnips and pauliflour for Easter supper (The P alliteration there was just too good to ruin with a C).
I don't discriminate. I would eat ice cream even if it came from a little blue ziplock inside Jeffrey Dahmer's freezer. So the 'PC' brand is just fine and dandy with me.
|Pass me the ice cream...right there between the skin tags and the man parts|
I know you no-name advocates are feeling a great sense of vindication right now, thinking this Chapman's thing proves that the nameless stuff is just as good as the brand stuff. I have to admit it's great ammunition for the next time Nelson gives me the stink eye when serving up a pate chinois from the signature yellow box.
But before you start doing the 'I told you so' dance, know that it is but a small victory. No name has a long way to go before it can compete with all brands. The real victory will be when the President Chooses to make some high quality toilet paper or Q-tips.