People on my mission team know this fact about me. I eat popcorn.
I eat it a lot.
Every night a lot.
In fact, I bet I’ve eaten more popcorn than anybody who is reading this right now, or ever. This addiction to the exploding kernel goodness started when I lived in Santa Barbara (23 years ago), which just so happens to be the same exact age my oldest daughter is right now.
I would walk to the church after school since it was less than a mile away, and would go straight to my father’s office where he had a full kitchenette. Being a typical boy my metabolism was that of a hummingbird, I was like a shark in a feeding frenzy and I just had to eat, and it just so happened that this kitchen was always stocked with microwave popcorn. So, I would nuke a bag and enjoy my afternoon snack. To this day, I eat popcorn almost every night after dinner.
My favorite “brand” is the cheapest, Kroger brand and every time I throw one of those bad boys in the microwave, I wait for those final “pop between 3 seconds.” As I pull out the bag at hopefully the perfect moment, and dump the buttery contents into a bowl, I anticipate not being able to hear the sound of the kernels hitting the bottom of the glass bowl, because you see, I have cooked a perfect bag. Once.
All popped, no burn. It was marvelous.
obsession nightly snack has turned into a challenge, it’s happened once, and I believe it will happen again. Until then, I shall eat my popcorn. Should I pop a perfect bag again, I will be done with thee…
…and then I’ll move to one of these popcorn makers: