
BY CHRISTINE BARBOUR I am a popcorn junkie. I love it, I crave it, I fantasize about it. Sometimes, after a long, hard day, when I am too tired even to slice a vegetable, make a sandwich, or, indeed, lift a fork, I will have a big (big!) bowl of popcorn for dinner. Sprinkled with salt, or jalapeño seasoning, or maybe a little sugar, or, what the heck, all three—it is comfort food extraordinaire. Which is odd because really, when you get right down to it, popcorn is mostly air. Still, it is the crunchiest, saltiest, corniest air you will ever eat. If anyone in the house is having popcorn, I am too, seduced by that buttery hot aroma that [...]
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