One of my goals is to make two new recipes a month. On Friday, I made a rice salad that my friend Khalid's mother taught me a few months ago. Today, I impulsively decided to make real popcorn. You know--the kind you make on a stove with oil and popcorn kernels.
It was OK. Well, technically, it is OK because I'm stuffing my face as I type this. I mean, it's good. It's just that it's kind of a pain in the ass to make, plus I fully recognize that I'm eating a crapload of calories thanks to the oil and real butter it contains. I like my air popper better, but hey! I tried something new. Wheeeeee!!