I’ve complained before about our local wildlife’s reluctance to perform on cue for homestead visitors (see Visitors Have Arrived: Cue the Whales). It happened again over the weekend.
“Hmm, what to do now? Maybe chow down on a cherry sapling?” Our uninvited visitor considers her next move (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
We’re experiencing an odd shift in the family’s popcorn making lately: we’re starting to make retro-popcorn.
By that, I mean that we’ve stepped away from our most frequent methods for making popcorn, and returned to older methods.
When I was a kid, we traditionally ate popcorn for Sunday night dinner. Part of the evening’s entertainment included watching the process of making popcorn.
Like most American homes in the 1960s, we had a clear plastic domed hot plate popcorn popper. A parent poured popcorn into a puddle of vegetable oil and plugged the hot plate into the household electricity. The element heated the oil, and eventually the popcorn popped. My brother and I watched carefully for the first kernels to pop, followed soon after by all the rest.
One of three Whirly-Pop-type popcorn poppers we have on the homestead (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
