Oh look, a new Pringles can

When I was at boarding school in Kenya, there was a memorable moment when Pringles arrived in the student snack shop. They were imported and cost the equivalent of a month’s pocket-money, so I never bought any. Richer friends did, and they kind of blew our minds. Nothing tasted like them. Fake, naturally, but industrialised food was very exciting when there was so little of it around.

Pringles were new to me, but familiar to my American friends. They were launched in 1968, with their distinc...