Prior to tonights revenge-fest on Sons of Anarchy I broke out my 1950s electric popcorn popper. One end plugs into a wall socket, and the other end (two big prongs) penetrates the base of of the unit, Frankenstein-style. As it was heating up I realized, Dang, Im out of olive oil! Dang, Im out of walnut oil! Dang! I rummaged around for awhile and finally found an old bottle of lemon-flavored cod liver oil in the fridge. What the hell. I tossed it in with some tabasco sauce and other seasonings. It popped up just fine, and was borderline OK - at first, but then, gradually, it became clear that a putrescent rotten-fish dankness had saturated the entire bowl of corn. I resorted to gnawing on a stick of butter between mouthfuls just to take the edge off. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 05:59:14 +0000
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