Some villain brought popcorn to the office;  a holiday can containing plain, caramel, and cheese divided by a white cardboard divider shaped into a ‘Y”. It had a little sign “Eat me”, an order for which many obeyed without question or hesitation.

I’ve always been found of popcorn. Mother would make some for a special evening TV programs, so I still see it as a treat. It’s crunchy, starchy and consumed at night time : one could not ask for a more perfect snack.

Jiffy-Pop-Popcorn

Mother made popcorn in a large aluminum pot with a copper top, using corn oil. Thanks to Saturday morning commercials, we kids wanted Jiffy-Pop but Mother wouldn’t have it. We persuaded her once to buy it, but it burned or didn’t properly pop or both.  Later in life we got a Joe Namath popcorn machine. It had in its plastic cover a recess in which you put butter. This melted and dripped on to the popcorn as it popped. It consistently created soggy oily popcorn (when it worked at all). So back to the pot we went and stayed with it.

Someone likes popcorn too, but he always uses an air popper. The whirling wonder makes a frightful noise and spits out kernels with quite a force so you better have a large bowl ready lest there is a mess. While air popped popcorn is far healthier, it tastes like paper.

Someone and I also disagree on the type of popcorn to use. He likes ‘yellow’; I like ‘white’.

Popcorn ‘flavors‘ have gotten out of hand. I regularly get a popcorn catalog which every month tries to outdo itself on outrageous toppings.  Sometimes out of whimsy I may sprinkle creole-style salt on my popcorn but otherwise I am ‘vanilla’ and like butter only.

Alas, popcorn is ‘off the menu’ this season if I am to get in shape enough for next month’s trip to Mexico. Which brings me back to the cheese-corn abandoned in the office kitchen today. If you want to seduce me, don’t bother with diamonds and furs. Make me some popcorn.

Cheese-corn is my favorite.

It was sucked down in a minute. thumb_COLOURBOX3527962

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