Today, as I perused the aisles of the supermarket, my eyes fell upon a special treat of yesteryear. Memories of sleepovers at Grandma's where we'd make treats and then dive under the covers on the pull-out couch to watch Mary Poppins and Bedknobs and Broomsticks. Which item made this time travel possible do you ask? Jiffy Pop. You remember it: that aluminum pan filled with popcorn that you shake over your oven burner and watch with eyes of wonder as the foil expands with delicious-smelling popcorn....
Hungry for a little nostalgia, I bought the pan, and made it tonight as part of my very own American Idol party for one. I followed the instructions exactly, and, to my horror, soon enough, my apartment began filling up with black smoke while the foil barely expanded! I shut off the stove and opened the foil top, where an awful chemical smell escaped, along with more billows of black smoke. Tucked inside was a combination of charred kernels and unpopped kernels. So much for my adventure. I've got the windows open, the fan on, the febreze air effects sprayed all about, and it still stinks in here. Here's what I say: There is a reason why microwave popcorn is so popular...! Trust the people!
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