Most of you thought I ought to lay off the popcorn before bed after I shared the crazy dream I had the other night. I've had a popcorn Jones for as long as I can remember, in fact I inherited that from Mom. It was a rare night that she didn't pull out the "popcorn pot," add a little Wesson oil and then unscrew the big Ball jar that held the golden kernels. Come to think of it, her parents had the addiction to the fluffy stuff too! Every summer Grandpa grew enough rows for the whole family to have a stash. He actually grew several varieties of corn in the Big Garden, not to be confused with the smaller "salad garden" on the east side of the house. There was sweet corn for eating, Hickory King corn for cornmeal and feed corn for the chickens. So, it's in my genes, I'm not in control of inherited traits!
Every night, 8ish or so... Jerry says, "Do you want a little popcorn?" I always answer yes. Then he gets up and makes it. We use a Presto Microwave Popcorn Popper, I bought it at Wal-Mart a long time ago. Like 10 years or more. I would say it's been a good one. You just pour in 1/3 cup popcorn kernels and push the Popcorn Button on your microwave. No oil, no bags, if you buy Orville Reddenbacher popcorn it costs roughly 15 cents a batch (6 cups popped). That fits into my thrifty budget that I'm still having to follow after 41 (42 years this June) of wedded bliss. One of the reasons it's worked is popcorn... it's the little things!