A Purist’s Popcorn

Forget the caramel or white cheddar cheese.  Hand me a red and white striped cardboard container of warm, buttery, salty, freshly popped corn and I will munch for hours if there are free refills.  It is not without risk.  For within seconds, my pinching fingertips are slightly oily.  Within minutes, my lips feel a little puffy and before long every crevice in my mouth is filled with a hull fragment.  While my tongue embarks on a serious search and destroy mission, my hand continues to dive to the bottom, unwittingly including unpopped kernels that have settled there.  It’s such a pain, sometimes literally, to bite down expecting crunch and instead get a jawbreaking thud from one of the hardest elements in the snacking universe.  If risk merits reward, then caramel corn Cracker Jack should not be the only version to have a prize in every package.  I’d be satisfied with a toothpick!

(u)   x(o)x

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About julijoyeux

I am looking to find myself in France. When I do, I'll share my pictures and stories with you!
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