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By Ronna Pennington, Editor
â€śWho wants popcorn?â€ť I asked.
Nobody. Just me.
Okay. I got out a pot, poured some oil in the bottom of it and heated it on the stove top. I poured popcorn in and waited for the popping to commence.
A few short minutes later, the first kernel exploded and hopped out of the pot just as Sydney was getting a drink from the fridge.
â€śWhat was that?â€ť she asked.
She came closer and I showed her the white popping kernels through the clear lid.
â€śDaddy! Youâ€™ve GOT to come see this!â€ť she yelled.
They both stood and watched in amazement. Apparently, Jim had never seen popcorn popped this way either.
As luck would have it, I poured too much popcorn into the pot. As popcorn continued popping, it raised the lid off the pot. They thought I was Houdini.
â€śThis is how we made popcorn when I was a kid,â€ť I explained.
â€śBack before microwaves?â€ť Syd asked. She said she thought we had always had microwaves. Jimâ€™s family always used a healthier air popper.
â€śWhen I was a kid your age, Mamaw would pop a lot of popcorn and would pour it into a big, brown grocery sack. Then, weâ€™d take it with us to the drive-in movie.â€ť
â€śIs that like a Red Box?â€ť
â€śNo. And thatâ€™s a different story.â€ť