Friday, March 3, 2006
I realize that world events, all of which are currently exceeding my comfort levels of madness and mayhem, have taken a back seat to a trivial quest of mine. Popcorn. Yes, that's right. Popcorn. First food of the Pilgrims on their hajj to the New World. You see, it started like this:
Rachel aged 8, received in her Valentine bag a mini bag of microwave popcorn, a substandard product with which I was completely satisfied, until the munchkin decided to be the big girl and pop the corn all by herself.
Now, the mini bag pops in less than half the time a regular bag pops, but Rachel simply hit the popcorn button on the microwave, and proceeded to fill the house with the smouldering smoke and ashes of really. burnt. popcorn.
The microwave was ruint. I seldom use it now. The stench of burnt popcorn still lingers and I can't seem to get rid of it. So, I have been doing it the old fashioned way. On the stove. Except, the Whirly Popper no longer has its lid, and no matter what I do, the corn burns every time, and I have HAD IT!!
What to do?
Quest time! Go HERE, ye seekers of popcorn in all its glory!
I bought the perfect popper, much like I had when I was growing up, and an assortment of popcorns, oils, salts, etc....call it popcorn porn for the soul.
My dear father, who has diverticulitis can now resume eating his favorite food. Hulless Popcorn. Lady Finger White. I can't wait for this stuff to come. I have 2 excellent movies coming from Netflix: Iraqi Voices, and Turtles can fly. When they come, you, dear readers, will get a two-fer: A movie review with a popcorn review as well. Til then...I am off to my mail box to wait. Ciao!