My husband loves popcorn, particularly movie theater popcorn. Greasy, deadly, salty, bright yellow, god-knows-what’s-hiding-in-there-popcorn. In the days before kids, we would see a movie almost every Saturday night, reveling in bottomless buckets of popcorn and endless cups of High-C fruit punch (that being my own chemical dependency.) Some Saturday nights we would even see two movies back-to-back, particularly if the first movie was a complete disappointment….or a little bit scary. (Yes, we always bought tickets to the second movie instead of theater hopping–because that’s just how I roll.
With 2 young kids in tow, the movies nights are fewer and far between, having given way to DVR, movies on demand and a whole lot of HBO.
The love for popcorn and for each other endures 🙂