The past few times I’ve tried to make popcorn, I’ve left the bag in the microwave for (seconds) too long and I’ve burnt my popcorn. It’s a pretty bad smell that makes its way through my apartment building. 2 weeks ago, I came down stairs and my 80-year-old landlady Marie was there looking at me concerned,
“Did you burn popcorn again last night?”
I felt guilty and said, “Yes.”
“Adam, you must read the directions. Each brand has different directions. It’s an art, and you can master it if you put your mind to it.”
“Yes, stay in front of the microwave and when the popping slows down, quit while you’re ahead and get the bag out pronto.”
“I promise it will be burnt free!”
“I trust you Marie.”
I got home from my trip home to New Hampshire last night,
and about a half an hour ago, I got back from the gym and Marie was waiting for me. “I got you some meatballs for my boy’s return!”
“Marie, you are the best!” I said as she gave me the Corning Wear full of meatballs and gravy.
“Hold on,” she said and ran back into her apartment.
When she came back she had a package of popcorn. “Now Adam, these are little bags, don’t cook for more than 1 minutes and 35 seconds. Not a second more.”
“Sounds good, Marie.” I said.
“I will know if you cooked it longer than a minute and 35 seconds, I will be able to smell it.”
“Well, I plan on microwaving the popcorn for 1 minute and 33 seconds.” I said.
Marie smiled, “That’s my boy. You’re a real smarty pants.”
Thank you, Marie!