Popcorn Memories
Submitted by My Garden Spot Blog
I like popcorn. I’ve always liked it. It was one of the treats my dad made for us, and taught us how to make. He’d make it on Saturdays and Sundays when he watched football or basketball…or golf.
I will admit to preferring the popcorn made in a good dutch oven, over a hot fire, sprinkled with real butter and salt. I will also admit to not making it very often that way, and to succumbing to the siren call of the microwave… instant popcorn! (not nearly as tasty, but oh so easy!)
What has been on my secret Christmas List (the one you keep in your head, the one that lists the things you wish you could ask for, but can’t because people would give you a really funny look), have been popcorn machines. I want a movie theater popcorn machine.
I even worked at a movie theater for my first out of the house, non baby-sitting job. I made hot dogs and popcorn and sodas (aka cokes for my fellow Texans). I got sick of hot dogs. Soda…the smell of the syrup from the airborne fizzy droplets as I filled the cups, became cloying and I felt perpetually sticky.
What I never got tired of was popcorn.
Go figger.
(ps: I miss my daddy’s popcorn balls he’d make for special occasions like: a kid wanted one and asked nicely)
