I don’t like to brag. . . wait, the only people who say that are people who do like to brag. So let me rephrase that: I don’t like to brag much online. I mostly do this because, really, only people who know me in person and who are very invested in my life care at all when I tell them things like, “I managed an ‘A’ in Medieval Literature! I am not on #ohgradschool academic probation! Ya!”
There is one thing that I pretty much will always brag about, and that is my ability to make the perfect stove-popped popcorn. It is the one cooking related thing that my mother was able to actually teach me. And it stuck. I promise the above photos do this popcorn no justice because the lighting in my kitchen is Very Yellow. But the popcorn is really, really, really delicious.
As a late night snack to power me through more revisions, I have made me a batch of my popcorn. Now I am taking my pages & pages of term paper desperately needing revision and attention, and I’m taking my popcorn, and I’m going to put on Charlotte Church, and I’m going to lie in bed & revise, revise, revise.
Here is a little Charlotte Church for you, so you can feel like you’re right here with me in this ever-growing-smaller term paper death trap.