Burnt Popcorn

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Mmmm...burnt popcorn is one of the best flavors in the world. Disagree with me if you will, my taste buds shall to challenge yours to an honorable duel. While that sounds crazy,  I won't deny that the crispy, smoky sensation of chomping on exploded popcorn kernels isn't delicious. There's nothing in the world quite like it. I do think memories have a lot to do with my preference towards the singed snack, however. 

I'm talking about being a part of a family of avid movie watchers. Seriously, we watch a flick a night. I know, I know, it's compulsive and terrible for our mental health. Still, popcorn is an essential part of this family bonding time. Popcorn coated in butter and salt simply makes any movie watching experience that much more memorable. 

And then you add the burnt element, and it's like "wowsa"! Almost like being a part of the extravagant fiery sequences and explosions in every single Star Wars episode. While you can't feel the scorching flames or cringe at the powerful heat, you can TASTE it. It's like 3-D for your mouth. 

Then there was those awesome college parties. Everybody's too busy playing guitar rock band and gulping enormous amounts of Sonic limeades to notice the smoke emitting from the microwave. Poor popcorn. Poor college kids who can't afford more popcorn. So, watching How I Met Your Mother re-runs we consumed burnt popcorn. Or, at least, I did. I was the lucky one at the end, retrieving all the food that camped there after being passed around the room. Not a bad place to be. 

As long as you love burnt popcorn. 

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