NPR has a great series called This I Believe. There are all kinds of stories ranging from the serious, the heart-felt, the silly, the ones that feel like real common sense and even a few that I fundamentally disagree with. I cannot come up with a 3 minute radio diatribe so I will keep it to just a few paragraphs.
Popcorn. Popped on the stove top with real butter and salt. None of that microwave stuff either! Called it ol' fashioned but this is how I want my popcorn. Fresh popped movie theater popcorn comes in second but since it is so outrageously priced I feel real guilty buying it. Retail store Target is probably committing a sin by placing the fresh popped treat near the front door but I bet some mad marketing genius came up with that one. Some people like their popcorn with copious amounts of butter and salt but I am indifferent.
The stove top stuff is easy to make and only a slight bit of talent is needed not to burn it. I feel that stove top or microwaved can easily go awry resulting in that unpleasant burnt smell. A burnt kernel or dozen will not put me off of a nice bowl but that is where Tracy and I part ways. She hates the smell of popcorn. She cannot separate that unburnt smell from the burnt smell because she has probably been exposed to too many burnt bags at the office or the theater. I think she smokes crack for not liking popcorn. Maybe she is even un-American. However! There is hope for her. I have recently discovered that by adding a half to a whole tablespoon of Penzeys Original Taco Seasoning and thoroughly mix into the fresh batch, she will partake of the goodness.
I also get a little kick out of throwing out big white popped kernals for Lindy to pluck out of the air. As if she does not beg enough at our feed at every meal already, she watches me intently while I eat popcorn. Below is a lighly seasoned batch with the taco seasoning. Tasty... Yummy... Goodness. This I Believe.