Imported from the Prairies

As my carry-on luggage went through the security scanner at the Winnipeg International Airport, I wondered what exactly they were seeing on the screen. The conversation went kinda like this:

Security: Old Dutch potato chips?
Me: Yes
Security: Ketchup?
Me: Yes
Security: (Nods and Smiles) Go ahead.
Me: Thanks, they're hard to find in Ontario.
Security: Enjoy.