How ridiculous is this: my entire office, and me in particular, are excited year after year when our insurance company sends us a metal canister of three different flavors of popcorn (amusingly named “Three-Way”).
It’s not as if we couldn’t go out and buy popcorn any day of the year ourselves, and it’s not what I’d call a Christmas-style treat; but there’s something about this annual arrival of the popcorn that makes it seem like it’s really Christmas.
Yum. I like the cheese variety.
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Heh, yay for holiday popcorn! (I usually prefer the caramel kind.)
Call me crazy, but try eating equal parts of each flavor. Seriously, I normaly like the cheese by itself, but mixing it all was like having a party in my mouth where everyone was invited.
Yep, color me caramel (though if it’s white cheddar, count me in for cheese, too).