Ignorance is bliss, so they say. I disagree. All my life I’ve been ignorant to how a crinkle cut fry may be produced by a home chef. Where do these crinkles come from, where do they go, something something cotton eyed joe? Remember that one rich kid in school that had those fancy scissors that could make nifty patterns when they cut? Same thing with these crinkles. THEY SELL CRINKLE KNIVES! It’s just a knife with a wonky blade that you can’t sharpen. You could crinkle cut a yam. You could crinkle cut a pickle. You could crinkle cut the world.