Zionsville Times Sentinel
---- — One morning, as I struggled to pack yet another lunch, I realized I had nothing crunchy to send along with Youngest’s sandwich and fruit. Because I am not the kind of mother who gets up early enough or has any inclination to run to the grocery before breakfast, I thought up a plan, and I thought it up quick. I popped some popcorn and sent that in baby girl’s lunch. That afternoon, she gave me two thumbs up and said it was a “five-star lunch.” I have always loved popcorn, but think it elevated to a new level that day. One of my fondest memories from childhood is Sunday night, fresh out of the bathtub, sitting down with a big bowl of buttery popcorn to watch “The Wonderful World of Disney.” We rarely had potato chips at my house, but popcorn was a frequent visitor. In those days, popcorn was made in a pot on the stove and not in a bag in the microwave. On a rare occasion my mom would bring home a pan of Jiffy Pop. I don’t remember Jiffy Pop ever making enough popcorn to have all I wanted, but I sure was fascinated by the way the silver grew and turned into a gigantic ball before mom cut it open. See Wednesday's Times Sentinel for the full story.