One of my favorite pre-school memories is cooking Jiffy-Pop on the stove. First, unwrapping the pan with the little wire hand and a swirly of aluminum foil on top. It took forever to get it to pop, but when it did, man! The popcorn forcing the foil up like metal cocoon until it was about to explode, and then when you open it, all that fresh-popped corn tumbling into the bowl. Um. Um. Um.
Although the microwave has done in old-fashioned Jiffy-Pop, and though my crowns don’t like husks very much and I have to pass on the popcorn, once in awhile, like today, I get to relive the thrill of things popping right and left. Even when there are a few duds at the bottom.
Written by : thunderchikin
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