Growing up, making popcorn with an air popper was a huge part of my life. I made popcorn weekly. Poured butter over it and then dumped a dramatic amount of Brewer's Yeast on top. Stirred and then shoved it in my mouth like the lady I am.
I used to constantly have bits of popcorn and brewer's sprinkled over my shirt like a bib.
And most of the books that I read as a teenager have tell-tale butter/brewer's yeast finger prints along the pages.
There was one summer when I ate popcorn for lunch every day. Curled up on a chair in my room reading a book-a-day of the Anne of Green Gables series and crunching on popcorn. Those were the good days. Glass of lime-ade by myself. Bliss.
I'd follow it up with a horse back ride on our farm with my dad - and playing with the horses. It was the life, yo.
When I moved to Australia, I didn't think much about popcorn. I'd go home and have huge cravings for popcorn - that's not weird right? About four years into living here, all I wanted was Brewer's yeast. I couldn't find it anywhere. Until I did. And I'm embarrassed to say how quickly I smothered gluten free bread with butter and dumped the yeast on top. Heaven.
I put off making popcorn though because it freaked me out. We don't have an air popper. What if I burnt the bottom of the pan? What if it didn't pop? What if it popped and exploded out of the pot hurling itself around my tiny kitchen with abandon? WHAT IF?
Finally, on Saturday, after days of talking about how much I wanted and needed some popcorn in my life. I googled on how to make stove top popcorn; bought the popcorn; and got to work heating up some oil and melting some butter.
It was...simply amazing.
I seriously have no words. I have no idea why I thought it would be so scary.
And the best part is Inspector Climate who had never seen popcorn popped watched with wide eyes through the glass lid of our pot. The popcorn sitting innocently as kernels and then magically popping into fluffy white clouds.
He doesn't like Brewer's yeast on his popcorn. Which makes me questions our marriage a little (I jest! Or do I!? No I jest). Until I realised it meant more for me. Bwahaha.
And so, on Sunday I had popcorn for lunch - it was ... spectacular. It tasted just like home.
So, how do you eat your popcorn - East or West?