To say that this popcorn is delicious is the understatement of the year.
One of my very favorite people on the planet, who was gracious enough to have been my maid of honor and one day soon will officially be Lily's godmother, happens to be the daughter of the World's Greatest Popcorn Maker. I have been accused, on more than one occasion actually, of using her for said connection. I dream about this popcorn. I don't know how he does it, and frankly I don't want to know...it would be like finding out how, in 1985, Santa knew all I really wanted for Christmas was a Barbie Dream House even though I was sick the day he came to school. Some things are better left to wonder. All I do know is that there is an electric kettle (which broke but THANK GOD still works), a very particular brand of popcorn kernel, salt, butter, and Bud's magic touch.
When we were in high school Bud would make popcorn for us almost every weekend. Sometimes it was to celebrate a great track team win, other times it was to mend a broken heart. I would arrive at their house, throw my keys on the kitchen table, and head down to the basement. Within minutes the lights would flicker (Bud's warning signal, haha) and he would call down, "Ape, you want popcorn?" My response then, and to this day, "Always!"
Fifteen years have gone by since I had my first bowl. As the popcorn makes its way from the kitchen Bud tosses it around in the bowl, I once joked that that sound was music to my ears. Now I simply say, "You're playing my song."
This past Tuesday, while home in Maine visiting with friends and family, I made a drive I could do blindfolded to the home of the popcorn king and bellied up to a nice big bowl. I am serious, to this day it may be one of the best things I have ever eaten. I literally can't wait for Lily's first taste!
Did I just write a whole blog post about popcorn?? You bet your ass I did, it is that good.
#38, done.
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