No one knows precisely what causes the spur in the spud product's popularity, but some attribute to an advertising campaign called, Fever for the Flavor of Pringles.
The minute-old-one would still feel like a hot potato, while the half-hour frozen spud would have cooled well below the skin — you'd have to poke all the way to the center to feel its residual warmth.
Martin was silent for a minute or two, looking on the ground and rooting up the grass with his spud, without knowing what he was doing. His usual slowness was always trebled when the subject of speech was painful.
Mr. Poyser was walking briskly this March morning, with a sense of spring business on his mind: he was going to cast the master's eye on the shoeing of a new cart-horse, carrying his spud as a useful companion by the way.