The Midland, Kansas City
Popcorn makes me happy, at a 2 por 1 movie in Costa Rica where we call it palomitas, hot off the stove from the Whirley Pop cooked in oil or fresh from the West Bend Poppery II and covered in real melted butter. I associate different types of popcorn with different stages of my life. My love of the salty treat started with a primitive looking cast iron pan my mom used to pop the kernels. We then graduated to the Poppery II. Air popped corn tasted good, but the real melted butter and salt elevated the taste to slightly addicting. In high school and some of college I went through a sad stage in which I ate the microwave stuff they call popcorn: 100 calorie mini bags, Butter Lovers, really good cheese flavored stuff in Costa Rica (I haven't found this in the U.S.), Newman's Own Natural. To spice up the 100 calorie mini bags, I'd add Lawry's seasoned salt. Thankfully, a boyfriend pulled me back onto the right path near the end of college, introducing me to the Whirley Pop. I still own one today.
I also judge movie theaters based on their popcorn. This weekend I met the popcorn bar, which allows you to add the toppings and seasonings of your choice. Wow. Game on.
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I stole mom's poppery II. Do you know how envious all of my coffee roasting friends are of this? They constantly try to steal it to roast beans, but I know what it's really for!!!
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