Oh, those little bundles of potato-y joy. I always intend to savour my allotted 6... but by the time I arrive home, alas, my little paper bag is empty.
I have only had the one flavour... and I keep thinking, "Does there need to be another flavour?" I would be perfectly happy with the one, forever-and-ever-amen.
Also, watching the little hodo kwaja machine is a joy in and of itself.