If you truly know me then you know that my most favorite snack ever is popcorn. I can eat it everyday. The more artery clogging butter and salt the better it is (and the more likely I will get the bag or bowl to myself!)
I think my infatuation with popcorn began when I was little. Even though my memory stinks (one of my other self diagnoses is CRS [can’t remember shit]) I vividly remember going to the Hillsdale County Fair just about every year with my family. My grandparents had an old 1940’s Ford popcorn truck and they would take a week vacation to go and work the fair. Every year they were in the same spot – in between the petting barnyard and the 4-H building. Maybe that’s what started one of my many other obsessions of wanting to live on a farm.
I can still see my Grandpa standing in the truck with his apron stirring the caramel or the candy coating for the apples with the big wooden stick in that huge metal pot. And I can smell the popcorn that Grandma made. We would stand in the truck with them and help with the sales. But the best part was sampling the goods! I’m a little biased, but I do believe that Grandma and Grandpa's caramel apples, candy apples, butter popcorn and caramel corn were the best at that fair.
I’ve always wanted to find Grandpa’s old truck, and by gosh, if there is a will, there is a way. My will is to have one of those trucks one day. One day, when I’m living on my farm, that truck will be sitting in my big red barn with the green roof. Next to it will be my 71’ Chevelle, my Jeep Grand Wagoneer – and all my other “stuff”.
Until next time, enjoy some popcorn and keep on living, laughing and loving.
xoxo
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