You know that I love a good kitchen gadget, but this is one of the most important ones I have. Some people grew up with an air popper, and the sparks that are bound to fly out of the outlet when you unplug it don’t scare them.
Not from a bag, not from anything with a cancer causing lining, not even from a pot filled with oil that I have yet to master. Plug it in. If you make it through that, your golden.
When I am having one of those moments when I desire to be a perfect mother, but there is no way that I am going to achieve my dream, I make popcorn. I become an instant hero, create a party in the kitchen, and feed my kids a warm, homemade, incredibly cheap snack. It takes 3 minutes, and the process is better to watch than a silly you tube video that would buy you the same amount of peace. Your children will dance in the kitchen, and then they will eat whole grains. There are no downsides.
Until I have to unplug the thing again. I guess that’s why the air popper cost me 17 dollars at the hardware store and looks like it was made in 1958. But I’m still here to tell the tale.
Gotta find someway to live dangerously, right?