POPCORN

I have loved popcorn for as long as I can remember. Quite some time ago–I’d say about 20 years back–one of my sisters mentioned that there were now little ‘individual serving’ bags of microwave popcorn available. But this made no sense to me. Without blinking an eye, my response was “you mean they aren’t individual servings already?”

When I had braces on my teeth, and shouldn’t have been eating popcorn at all, I would sit and patiently peel off the hulls from the popped kernels before eating them. The thought of simply not eating popcorn for a couple years was too far-fetched, not to be considered. So instead I paid my penance in hull peeling time and steeled myself for a stern talking-to when I went to see the orthodontist. Miraculously, my teeth and gums survived, I did not get kicked out of the orthodontia program for non-compliance, and I went on to thoroughly enjoy my popcorn addiction with blithe freedom (and no hull peeling).

Clearly, we humans do not get to pick our cravings/addictions/obsessions. I am practical enough to pick something like vacuuming, or roof repair as an obsession. Hey, I might as well get something useful out of my addictions. But no, we do not get to pick, so I am stuck with loving buttery popcorn goodness for the rest of my days, and writing about it in this here blog.

Vacuuming can wait.