We ate popcorn for dinner last night. Having just completed three straight days of feeding the sci-fi celebs at Comic Expo (Gillian Anderson! Carrie Fisher! Linda Hamilton! Wil Wheaton! Ian McDiarmid! Weird Al! MacGyver!) breakfast, lunch and snacks, I could barely stand up straight and the dishes in the sink were piled up to about the ceiling, because we were crazy enough to do this before replacing our dishwasher, which HAS NO DOOR. And hasn’t since Christmas. Did I mention I also tested/foodstyled and photographed a cookbook in that dishwasherless time? (Aside: people keep coming over, looking at it, and asking – does it still work? Answer: yes, but it attempts to wash the rest of the kitchen at the same time.)
I tore off the lid and the boys stared at it. “What is it.” (It was posed as a most unenthusiastic statement, rather than a question.) “Oh I know what that is – it’s popcorn. What’s everyone else going to have?” They thought it was just an inch-high container of already popped corn, and had no idea that it would transform into a UFO-like silver bubble of buttery goodness. I instructed them to stand by the stove and watch, and shake the pan occasionally. They were transfixed. Voilà – dinner and entertainment.
I should point out we pop our everyday corn on the stove, in a great heavy-bottomed stainless steel pot with a glass lid that has a little steam hole, making it perfect for popcorn. I don’t buy microwave popcorn, and I haven’t bought a container of Jiffy Pop in either 10 years or ever, but picked one up on a whim after hearing that a very shishi restaurant in Toronto has it on their appetizer menu – showered with truffle salt – for $8. They bring it right to the table and let you pop it open with your fork. (I wonder what 12 year old kid they have in the kitchen on Jiffy Pop duty?)
And so that’s the story of last night’s dinner, which in approximately 2 1/2 minutes was exactly like something you’d get in a fancy restaurant. Stay tuned to hear why Linda Hamilton doesn’t like cilantro, what food item from my kitchen I gave Misha Collins to bring home, and what Nathan Fillion dropped on my foot – the theme for the rest of this week: movie star leftovers, with name dropping. Watch your step.