Comedian Lizz Winstead on her search for perfectly mindless (but healthy) munching.
Photo © Lauren Tamaki.
When I quit smoking, I went on a hunt for a cigarette substitute. Gum worked to a point, but I often crave salty flavors rather than sweet, and there is a reason they don’t make a cool ranch Dentyne. I wanted something I could toss in my mouth while writing and watching TV. And I didn’t want to gain weight and look like I simply went from smoking tobacco to smoking a ham.
I needed something I could eat by the handful, over and over, without comprehension, so it had to be healthy. But it also had to taste so good you’d swear it was bad for you. My neighbor, a hippie-turned-power-mom, introduced me to kale chips. Not the store-bought ones, mind you. Those are coated in a powdered something that may as well be Gold Bond.