My brother-in-law makes the best popcorn ever. Really. Every bit as good as the movies. And actually even better, because you actually know what's in it.
I love having movie night at their house. Not just because their television is bigger than my king-sized bed, not just because I get to snuggle with a baby, laugh with my niece and nephew, or hang out with my super-cool sister. Yep, those are all good.
But the popcorn? Well, wow.
I've thought that Wade possessed some magical popcorn-making skills, some super-secret pop secret, perhaps a spiritual gift for things kernel.
Until now. Under the tree for me was this:
The Whirly-Pop. The secret of popcorn prowess and perfection.
Now? My popcorn is every bit as good as his. But perhaps we need a showdown to double check. I'll take any excuse to pop some more.