As my days have idled away this week on a much deserved vacation from work. I got to thinking of how things used to be. At how some of the little things in life may have actually fell under the live green catagore. Take for instance popcorn.
We have all opened the box that held the three perfectly folded pouches encased in a clear cellophane shield of microwave popcorn. We stand their patiently reading the label that says this side up, or handle carefully and contents may be hot. As if we have no sense of feeling in our hands and won't realize that the bag is hot when we reach in to remove it from the ever so over used microwave.
My mind and memory then skipped backwards in time to remember Jiffy Pop. Do you remember the fun we had watching that silver expand. Like an expectant mother ever expanding till she pops. Watching and waiting to see if it exploded. And then laughing our heads off when it actually did. While we listened to our parent's grumble and growling about the mess. So we in our over anxious childish anticipation of that warm crunchy yet soft exploded kernel of corn volunteer to help clean it up. As we pick up a kernel we turn our heads first to the left then to the right looking to see if anyone is watching. Then we eat a kernel. We had a care not if it was on the floor or the counter... We just wanted corn.
And anyone over the age of thirty or forty might remember your Mom standing in the kitchen. The sound of the big pot sliding across the burner. And the sound of the cast iron burner banging against the side of the stove as she shook that pot of popcorn. She was making sure it all popped and it did not burn. The longer she shook that pot the bigger our eyes got and the wetter our mouth got in anticipation of fresh,hot popcorn. We listen intently for the first POP..then POP POP....then we knew it was close as we listened for the never ending sound of POP POP POP POP POP POP POP. Treats in those days weren't frequent like they are now so it was a gate to heavenly delight when Mom went to popping popcorn.
And we stood waiting and watching that lid as it slowly lifted beause she always put in too much popcorn, for the size of the pot. We hoped one would shoot across the room like a bullet, straight to one of us as mom hollered .."Step back before you get burned." We didn't care we just wanted corn.
This week as I was thinking of ways to live green and how to stretch a dollar from a low paying job into never never land, I thought of popcorn. Why spend $4.00 for three small pouches or even $2.50 for jiffy pop when a Buck fifty will buy a huge bag of just plain ole regular popcorn. And add a litttle oil and we are in business. No bags to clutter the trash or the landfill. And seriously how long does it actually take to pop a pot full of fresh, warm homemade popcorn. And I can get 20 or more batches for my buck fifty as opposed to one bag of microwave corn.
Not to mention if I can avoid pouring a half stick of gently melted butter over it, it is a low fat,low calorie,fill your belly up, yum yum, healthy snack. And if I use my mind for something other than watching and popping air pockets in my brain I could even get creative. I could look into my spice cabinent and maybe sprinkle garlic powder or even cayene pepper on it to spice my popcorn up.
In having these memories I remembered my youth, the giggles of delight and the innocence. I remembered at how a simple twenty cents worth of teeny tiny popcorn kernals can and still tickle the mind, the senses, and bring such delight.
So buy a $1.50 bag of popcorn the next time you shop. And see if you can recapture DELIGHT. You just might find a family tradition in the making . And if you don't you still have
created something very very special. You have created a MEMORY.