Popcorn

Yes, popcorn.

I love it, but pretty much only eat it at a movie theatre (yes, re vs. er is on purpose).

And yes, I go for the "buttered" popcorn. Whatever that slop is, I know it's not real butter, but I want it, and I want salt too.

Last weekend, as I was looking at the offerings from the farmers at the University District Farmer's Market, here in Seattle, I spied popcorn. On the cob.

That was all it took.

I had to buy some.

I acquired 3 bundles of three cobs.

Here are two bundles still hanging out and drying in the kitchen, and one bundle that I've just de-cobbed. Is that a word? It should be.