Khrys, a friend of mine and fan of this blog, is on her way over this afternoon for a bit of catching up and to watch a DVD. We’ve got Twizzlers, Smarties, Diet Dr. Pepper and orange coloured popcorn to keep us happy. In addition, I put together a batch of “Chicago” popcorn. Another friend at work (thank you Margaret) introduced me to this, and I reckon my reaction to it was similar if I started smoking crack. “Chicago” popcorn is a mix of cheddar and caramel popcorn. The first time I tried it, my first few bites were delicate and lady-like. My reaction was indifferent. But as I picked away at the bowl, I became feverish and mad, and was stuffing the popcorn in my face by the fistful and grunting “nom nom nom nom”.
Highly addicting stuff. Keep it away from your children. You have been warned.