Have you ever seen popcorn pop? Its magical, almost. I didn’t know you could pop your own popcorn at home (I always thought it was synonymous with those glass cases at movie theatres), until Sarah brought two bags of homemade popcorn -’without the artificial stuff’ for a movie in the afternoon. They were apparently easy to make.
So I investigated. A bag of corn kernels were found in the market for $2.
Back home, heat the pan, have a bit butter in it- add a small handful of popcorn. After a while, the yellow kernels turn brown and waxy, and then before long they start to pop. Into light yellow fluffy looking bits that belie a harder exterior. They sound like fireworks with a lid over the saucepan- cackling. They fill the apartment with a warm and happy smell.
With popcorn there is no gradual change. They just explode. They’re like crazy atoms in a tight seed and when they explode- they are beyond recognition. They have a curious texture- rubbery and squeaky. Don’t you just love the caramelised ones? I do. My sister likes the salted ones. Whenever we go to the movies, we’ll have both. Mayhem. Its like stick your hand into the popcorn box trick-or-treat style, so that you’ll have a weird concoction of the sweet and the salty in your tastebuds, washed down by gasey acid soft drinks.
A bowl of popcorn and Season Two of Grey’s tonight. Yay.
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