Listen to my pleas

If you know me at all, you know all about my all time favorite food - popcorn. It's probably more of an addiction than anything else. I don't go through popcorn phases. There's never a time I don't want popcorn. When people comfort me that there popcorn is one of the healthier foods to be addicted to, I confess that movie theater popcorn is my favorite, and there's nothing healthy about movie theater popcorn.

The more butter and salt, the happier I am. However, I love popcorn in all its forms and it wouldn't be very wise of me to indulge in buttery, salty popcorn at the rate I go through it. I've had a hot air popper since Jr. High and most of the time I use that. And I can eat bags of the stuff. Bags and bags. And not even feel guilty about it. Not one little bit.

And you can imagine the intense excitement/uncontrollable hysteria that I felt when I saw a popcorn recipe in The Fannie Farmer Cookbook. This, my friends, is what life is all about. More dangerous than a Maltov Cocktail is a homemade popcorn recipe. First, because it reminds you of just how easy it is to make your own popcorn. And then comes the fact that there is no question that popcorn made in oil is infinitely more delicious than popcorn made in an airpopper. And infinitely unhealthier.

Most days I am so happy to have Thatboy around to share in the ups and downs of our life together. But days when we have to share homemade popcorn, I sometimes wish I were single again.