it's been a long, hard road
So I don't exactly remember what possessed my parents to buy me a popcorn air-popper when I was younger (somewhere between the ages of 12 and 15). I mean, I remember smoke, lots of smoke. I remember the fire alarm going off. I remember all the upstairs windows and doors (including the front door, which is really more of a portcullis-castle-gate-type thing, metaphorically speaking) being wide open to a bitterly cold day the likes of which my part of the world rarely sees. (Yes, I remember all that, but don't really remember how old I was.) Anyway, I remember it began with realizing that while we didn't have microwave popcorn, we had kernels of popping corn and, did you know, Christina, that you can pop corn over the stove? At which point Christina replied, well, I sorta figured there's been popcorn longer than there's been microwaves. Followed quickly by can you teach me? Please? And probably me trying to imitate the cutest pound puppy ever. (Yes, I have always been snarky, eager to learn and willing to do quite a bit to convince someone to do something I want.) Fast forward to the disaster scene.
Anyway, ever since then, I'm strictly a microwave and air-popper girl, and it's served me well. But I went to the Artsfest on sunday and had fresh kettle corn and I've had a hankering ever since. Turns out, I did have popcorn kernels, a recipe off the internet, sugar, salt and oil. Aside from using a 1/3 cup vs a 1/4 cup, thus resulting in too much volume for the pot I chose (but more importantly, resulting in a boatload of kettle corn), and some minor black on the bottom of the pan, all is well. The coating is a little uneven, there is some lost sugar in the pan (as I just mentioned), and I've got more than a girl really needs, but, damn, it's good! And none of it is burnt, there was no smoke whatsoever, no alarms going off, no scalded skin. I call that a success.
This week is the week of birthdays, apparently, and payday's friday (midnight tomorrow, but midnight does me no good, really) and work sucks and it's too warm outside for me again (I'm wilting, sad to say), but I finally talked to my mother today (lost track of the days, it'd been so long) and, dude, I made popcorn on the stove! And not just any popcorn, but sweet-salty-yummy popcorn! So I choose to share that for now.
Anyway, ever since then, I'm strictly a microwave and air-popper girl, and it's served me well. But I went to the Artsfest on sunday and had fresh kettle corn and I've had a hankering ever since. Turns out, I did have popcorn kernels, a recipe off the internet, sugar, salt and oil. Aside from using a 1/3 cup vs a 1/4 cup, thus resulting in too much volume for the pot I chose (but more importantly, resulting in a boatload of kettle corn), and some minor black on the bottom of the pan, all is well. The coating is a little uneven, there is some lost sugar in the pan (as I just mentioned), and I've got more than a girl really needs, but, damn, it's good! And none of it is burnt, there was no smoke whatsoever, no alarms going off, no scalded skin. I call that a success.
This week is the week of birthdays, apparently, and payday's friday (midnight tomorrow, but midnight does me no good, really) and work sucks and it's too warm outside for me again (I'm wilting, sad to say), but I finally talked to my mother today (lost track of the days, it'd been so long) and, dude, I made popcorn on the stove! And not just any popcorn, but sweet-salty-yummy popcorn! So I choose to share that for now.