Day 36: Breeding a popcorn addict

I thought about selecting something practical from my company’s employee Christmas gift catalog, like I always do. A floor steamer, a rotisserie toaster oven, silverware, a vacuum…

But there was one option that my mind kept going back to: the popcorn popper. I told myself that my stove-top method was good enough and that the extravagant little retro popper was completely unnecessary.

In elementary school, I ate a whole bag of microwave popcorn every single night. It’s a wonder I wasn’t a blimp. It wasn’t until high school that I started to think about what that bag of buttery goodness might do to my figure. So I cut back to a few bags a week. In college, I ate it even more sparingly, but still devoured it more than the average person. I sure loved popcorn. Once I became pregnant, however, my taste for popcorn seemed to vanish into thin air. I’ve been trying for four years and eight months to rediscover it. No luck.

Since Calin seems to have acquired my love for the white, puffy morsels of buttery goodness, well, I started thinking of him… My best friend in elementary school had a theatre-style popcorn kettle; she was the luckiest girl on Earth. Good thing we were inseparable. Slumber parties happened often, which meant I had plenty of opportunity to stuff my belly. Those were the good ol’ days!

So back to Calin… If he’s anything like I was, he’ll have fond memories of this popcorn popper. And it’ll be a hit when he has friends over to play. So that settled it. The popcorn popper was absolutely necessary and definitely practical!

Despite having wrapped the popper myself, I felt like a little kid as Calin and I opened it up yesterday morning (yes, this one was addressed to both of us from Santa). Maybe I’ll find my taste again! Since I had the day off today, Calin and I watched The Polar Express and enjoyed popcorn from our brand new kettle. It was definitely the highlight of our day.

My childhood dream come true!