Surviving the Domestic Jungle

When I was a little girl, we made popcorn in an air popper machine (which my borderline hoarder mother still has….) and the other day, I finally bought one of my own. My husband is a popcorn addict  but only if it is microwave popcorn with extra butter. I cannot eat that stuff because I would probably die but I do love popcorn. I actually eat it with nothing on it and love it. When you don’t put all that butter and salt on popcorn, it actually has a bit of a sweet taste. Just don’t forget a drink!!! Anyway, when I was 10-12 ish (not sure exactly when) I was making some popcorn and one of the seeds flew out (this happens a lot with air popped popcorn…some seeds do not pop until they get in the bowl and sometimes seeds fly out) and hit me on the collar bone burning my skin and I have a scar from it. Its a small scar but I actually have an injury from popcorn! How many people can say that?! Aside from the brutality of popcorn, my kids are thoroughly enjoying the new machine. They love watching the popcorn come out of the chamber and go wild causing pieces of popcorn to fly all over the kitchen! Of course they don’t actually like to eat it (no butter) but they sure do enjoy the show! I hope they eventually have the same childhood memories of air popped popcorn that I do.