Warren and I had a long evening last night for First Friday. We ate at home, then went back down, Warren working, Amanda and I chatting with parents looking for their children’s artwork on display.
Once back home, we were tired and cold and hungry.
“What about popcorn?”
So we made a bowl of popcorn and sat together on the couch eating, the shared contentment reminding me of my childhood. Popcorn was the go-to snack in my family when I was growing up: it was cheap, it was easy to make in quantity, it was filling.
There was always enough.
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Good memories.
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