Popcorn Memories

Project 15 - Day 101

Did you have movie night in your house when you were growing up? A time when the window blinds were closed, the lights switched off, the television turned on and a bowl of freshly popped popcorn was shared with your sibling(s)?

It must be a childhood ritual. For those like me who grew up prior to video tapes and dvd players the corn was popped and the lights were dimmed for the annual television presentation of The Wizard of Oz. For a special treat Jiffy Pop might be shaken on the stove. Didn't you just love to watch that foil pouch expand and grow as the popping began it frenetic pace? I don't remember if it tasted any better, but it was pure excitement to watch.

When my boys were little Daddy did the popping. He was a pro. Could pop that enormous yellow bowl full to the brim, complete with salt and melted butter during the space of a commercial. The boys would sit huddled together on the couch munching away while watching the A-team or the Dukes of Hazard. Pockcorn night (as C called it) was a weekly affair that everyone looked forward to. On this night no one lingered in the bath tub.

Hey big person, get your own bowl.

It takes one whiff, one tiny sniff of popping corn to bring the warm fuzzies out of hiding. If I dare get a taste, the memories just come flooding back.

Popcorn. It's comfort food extraordinaire.