A month ago Frito Pie was not on my radar. Never had it, never wanted it.
Then I read Gone Girl in which Frito Pie is mentioned a number of times - and now look what has popped up in my company cafeteria.
Of course, I had to have it. I hope the guy manning the flatbread station didn't see me select the Frito Pie after I rejected his flatbreads for being too fattening. Instead, the Frito Pie man layered my Fritos, chili, and cheese, then in lieu of salsa added dollops of sour cream and guacamole the size of my boobs.
It wasn't awful, but it was no more than the sum of its parts. I only ate half, and now I'm looking forward to lemon-cream-broccoli-chicken risotto for dinner.