It started off so normal, this popcorn thing: me, an air popper and some kernels.
I had seen a recipe for Kool-Aid flavored popcorn several years ago. We’re talking pre-motherhood here, and had been meaning to make it.
The thing is that most of the things that I mentally tagged back then are not things that I would tag now. Nevertheless, I asked Alex whether he wanted to make fruity popcorn and the stage was set.
It was set alright, for an experience.
Exhibit A: This would be my nonstick pot full of goop, aka sugar and corn syrup.
Exhibit B: This would be what happened when fruit punch Kool-Aid was added to the mix.
Exhibit C: The finished product.
This was disgusting, according to the mom-mouth.
However, to the boy-mouth, this was bliss. A carnival? He loves this and keeps stealing off to the kitchen to grab a handful here and and there. This alone makes me glad that I made it. It’s not just crunchy nastiness, it’s a memory.