January 19th is National Popcorn Day! Since it’s also Food Friday, I thought I would talk about popcorn today.
Popcorn is one of those things I’m not a huge fan of, but my husband and son can’t get enough of it. Whenever there’s a bowl or bag of it lying around, you can be sure one of them will find it and stick a hand in it. I’m a finicky person, So I don’t really appreciate the butter and salt that inevitably gets on my hands.
Growing up, my mom would sometimes make caramel popcorn and we would wait impatiently for that sweet, sticky yumminess. She didn’t make it often, so it was something of a rare treat. Usually it was popcorn with salt.
It was years before I was introduced to butter on popcorn. I enjoyed it for a brief time because one day, for some inexplicable reason, the smell of popcorn (not popped from the kernels-that’s the only kind I can stomach) made me nauseous. My husband is forbidden from tossing a bag in the microwave. That kind really makes me want to hurl. Sorry, not a pleasant image, I know.
Needless to say, I’ve eaten very little popcorn over the years.
But I will never forget the day my son ate it for the first time. We were not expecting positive results since he was and still is an extremely picky eater.
But it was his second birthday and we had taken him to Disneyland for the first time. In his wide-eyed wonder he was willing to try practically nothing. His cake was not chocolate, so he refused to eat it. His Mac and Cheese did not look like the Kraft kind, so he just shook his head.
Then came the popcorn. My husband was craving popcorn. He had to get a bag. And decided to give some to our son. My little bit was curious, our one in his mouth, and demanded more. I don’t remember how many bags we went through that day, but, ever since then, my son has loved popcorn. I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason why the males in my life keep coming up with reasons to go to Disneyland.
So, happy Popcorn Day! Enjoy some for me!