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!