Funny story... This weekend I came upon some microwavable kettle corn at Nakumatt, our local super market. A rare treat to find something like this on the shelf. Knowledgeable of the fact that I don't have a microwave at home, I still made the purchase. The plan being to worry about how to pop the corn at a later point in time. I think my excitement proceeded me.
A solution to this problem came with the restaurant next door to Nakumatt. I kindly asked the gentleman behind the bar if I could use their microwave. It appeared that he understood, so I handed him the box and went back to a conversation I was previously in. 45 seconds later I decided we should only pop two of the three bags in the box. So, I turned to the guy behind the bar one more time to relay this message. He then stopped the microwave and pulled out (to my surprise) the entire unopened box of popcorn. I didn't know whether to laugh or to feel stupid that I assumed this man would know the procedure of microwavable popcorn. I salvaged what was left from the gooey plastic and asked if I could come behind the counter to do it myself. Pole sana!
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OK, now that is pretty funny... but did you end up with some popcorn at the end of it all?
Yes, I successfully popped two bags. Despite the microwave behind the bar which kept shorting out. A fire would have added to the story, don't you think? I savored every bite.
So does this mean you have a list of things to chow when you get back? (A new list to get through?!)
Yes, a fire would have added to the story... and yet after everything... it wouldn't have been surprising...
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