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These are not chips. These are mariachi music for your mouth. Brassy chile verde, bajo frijole, all swarthy and sweaty and rubbing up against authentico maize, quesa, y cebollas. [PG-rated subtitle: Green chiles and pinto beans dancing with real corn, cheese and onion flavors.] Each bag is a piñata. And everyone's a winner. |
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