I love my mom. When I visited home last week, one of the first things she did was retrieve two cans of Pringles Restaurant Cravers from the pantry. "Check these out," she said. "I thought you'd like these. You can write about them on your burger website."

I have no idea what "restaurant" they're referring to. A cheeseburger could come from one of thousands of restaurants worldwide (or your own kitchen)—though the "Onion Blossom" flavor is a nod, of course, to the trademarked Bloomin' Onion at Outback Steakhouse or the "onion blossoms" found at other fast-casual joints.

In the end, what can you really say about items in the food-flavored salty-snack category other than that they exist? The Cheeseburger flavor did and didn't taste like a cheeseburger, and the Onion Blossom chip tasted like a ranch-dressing-tinged sour cream and onion chip.

I liked that my mom picked the two to go together. Somehow this pairing made sense. (And, Mom, if you're reading this, I couldn't take those chips in my carry on, so they're back in the pantry; do with them what you will.)