This kettle corn recipe was inspired by memories of LBL from 1990 when I was nine years old and really needed Poise, as part of a sponsored post for Socialstars. #LifesLittleLeaks
Isn’t it strange how some memories stick with you like glue, while the people you were with when you made those memories don’t remember them at all? When I look back on my life and visit the vivid memories that I hold, I wonder if the people in them remember the times the way I do. This particular memory is about dancing popcorn.
We had just moved to Alaska and were living in a 1 bedroom apartment above what was then Vito ‘n Nicks Pizzeria on S. Franklin Street in Juneau. Shelbi and I slept on the sofa while mom and her new boyfriend, who was aptly named Dick, slept in the bedroom. It was a cold, cluttered little apartment and all I really remember is a big, scratchy, plaid blanket, and the cold stairs leading up to the apartment. Behind the building was a house where my friends Tatiana and Kale lived.
Just down the street from the pizzeria, was a little store named The Christmas Store. The owners were the most kind, wonderful people I’ve ever in my life met. They embraced me right from the start and would sometimes give little gifts to us when we went in to lust after the store full of toys. We would walk back up the hill to the pizzeria under a snowy, chocolate sky, and play with our new wares, feeling like we were on top of the world. For me, the most memorable of our little gifts was a dried, black cob of corn that you placed in a clear bag then popped in the microwave. When we got to Tati’s house that day, we put it in the microwave and stood on our tiptoes trying to watch the magic happen. When the cob started popping, the bag was dancing all over the place as black kernels of corn began exploding into puffy, white pieces of popcorn. We were all laughing so hard tears were coming out of our eyes. Some of us were laughing so hard that tears were coming from other body parts too.
This is my first memory of literally laughing until I peed. My first, very young memory of light bladder leakage. See? It doesn’t just happen to old, chubby people! It wasn’t the last time I peed my pants either. Since then, I’ve had to sit down and cross my legs when I laugh really hard lest I wet myself for all to see. This is no fun, you guys, and it can happen at any time. As a matter of fact, when I was at the Food & Wine Festival with two of my best friends back in October, I made some ridiculous joke that I thought was hilarious, and I laughed until I peed. At Disney. The fortunate thing about THAT moderate bout of light bladder leakage is that I was prepared with SAM in my pants.
Hold up, wait. SAM? Isn’t your husband’s name Kyle? Yes, my husband’s name is Kyle. I’m talking about Super Absorbent Material in the form of a Poise Microliner. I don’t ever leave the house without one in my undies, when I wear undies that is. I’m generally super sorry I didn’t wear undies on the days I choose not to, by the way. Those are the days I always end up needing SAM most. Poise Microliners are super thin so you don’t even know there there, and they’re amazingly absorbent. I don’t know how it works to absorb so much fluid, but it really is amazing. It’s like someone put the world’s sum of sponge together and then shrunk it down to this little microliner that is so thin you can’t distinguish it from your underwear when you’re wearing it. Really amazing, and insanely confidence boosting. Thank goodness it worked that day, because I really peed myself. It was maybe a little more than LBL. Maybe. Luckily, I felt protected and dry when I got into my friend’s girlfriend’s Merceds SUV fifteen minutes later. True story.
Now I can laugh anywhere without worrying about soiling my draws.
So that, my friends, is how this whole Blood Orange Kettle Corn recipe came to be.
I was thinking back on some of my funniest memories and this one always comes up in my mind. My kids are popcorn fiends and, not gonna lie, I love it too. We like to cook it on the stove top from kernels these days, and it’s fun to watch the little kernels explode up and hit the glass lid of my pot. It never fails to remind me of that day, so long ago, in rainy Juneau, surrounded by friends who had no idea until right now that I literally peed my pants laughing at that cob of corn dancing around the microwave. Occasionally we put our kernels into a paper bag and use the microwave method to pop popcorn. Either way, the popcorn comes out delish. You’ll want hot popcorn for this recipe so keep that in mind when making it.
This kettle corn recipe satiates my sweet tooth without sending me into a diabetic coma. The light blood orange olive oil and scant amount of palm sugar give this popcorn a perfect, exotic flavor. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!