It’s one thing we all love and cherish, no matter what.
White Cheddar Popcorn. It is so delicious, one cannot help but consume more. And more. I’m not a big fan of junk foods anymore. Though, I’d hardly call White Cheddar Popcorn junk. I do not buy bags of it each day. Perhaps a bag every couple of months. I dare not take more for fear of taking it for granted, thus, losing its value and appreciation.
Its taste is unlike that of anything else. Buy white cheddar from the store. Tastes almost nothing like it. There is no substitute for a substitute, especially when it is far better then what it has been substituting.
However, one thing about this delicacy bothers me. Those little flakes inside the popcorn. You know of what I speak. And it gets in your throat. Sometimes not even, it gets stuck on your tongue and there’s nothing you can do about it no matter how many fingers you shove down the back of your throat. It is so irritating. You try to gargle it out, but it hardly budges, stuck on to your tongue with a vacuum seal. Takes hours for something to finally give and its out. But wait….you have a craving for more. Nevermind the agony you were just in, it’s WHITE CHEDDAR POPCORN. Bedazzled by its smell, your mouth waters at the very thought of its taste. If this isn’t a metaphor for life, I don’t know what is.
