I have a love/hate relationship with popcorn. I love how it tastes. I love that it is a fairly healthy snack. I love the crunch of the not-quite-popped kernels.
I hate the popcorn all over the floor. I'm not sure what is wrong with the hands of my family, but when they eat popcorn, I think they have holes in their hands. The popcorn goes everywhere! It's worst when I buy microwave popcorn because they can make it on their own. For the last two years, I have only purchased the kernels in the bag. It is much less expensive and only a few of us are capable of popping it.
The other day, we were going to have a family movie night so I bought some microwave popcorn. I have been vacuuming ever since.
This morning, I woke up to my four year old whispering in my ear, "Mom, I burned the popcorn."
What?? She is not supposed to be COOKING!
I hurried upstairs into a cloud of black, stinking smoke that made my eyes water and my throat burn. I quickly flung the blackened bag out the back door, opened all the windows and doors and cranked every fan in the house. Today I am going to buy more candles. My house reeks. And it's cold.
If you were hoping to come visit me today, you may want to push it off a few days. You'll find yourself trying to politely excuse yourself in a hasty early departure.
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