This past weekend my friend and I had her house all to ourselves, and we decided to have a little party. At first we had an epic culinary struggle with all the odds against us: making caramel popcorn. We began, of course, by popping the popcorn. The first batch came out fine, but the second time all that came out of the popper was smoke. As we hastily opened a window, my friend explained an escapade in which her two older sisters poured oil into the air popper. The poor machine had never been the same since, and we had just sent it to popcorn popper heaven. We now had only one alternative: popping the popcorn on the stove. I didn't think it would be so bad. After all, I had done it many times. But we had another problem: no cooking oil. We used Pam instead. Now if that wasn't an adventure...
After a long while, we finally had enough popcorn popped. Well, more than enough, actually. We prepared one batch of caramel corn and set it out to cool. But we still had the little bit of plain popcorn left over. We deliberated over our comfortably loud Christian hip-hop, and finally decided to improvise a topping that was the right size for our leftover popcorn (not a problem, since we didn't really have a recipe to begin with). The result was absolutely heavenly. We carefully recorded our perfect recipe while we cooked a frozen pizza (we were all chef-ed out for the evening, you see).
Finally we toted our pizza and caramel corn downstairs to watch the ultimate party movie--The Princess Bride. We deliberated over whether or not Humperdink was better looking than Westley, (let's hear it for Humperdink!!) and reveled in our delightfully sticky caramel corn (hooray for no braces on either of us!!).
And that is the story of our party. As far as teenagers go, we are certainly unusual. But we already knew that.
3 comments:
That sounds like a MARVELOUS time! I remember a similar incident with my best friend, only instead of caramel corn it was snickerdoodle cookies. We thought it would be a great idea to make one GIANT cookie instead of the three dozen the recipe called for, and instead of rolling them (now it) in cinnamon sugar we made it hollow and filled it with the cinnamon sugar instead. Not a good idea. It actually exploded in my mom's oven and not even our dog would eat the result. But that, my dear is where crazy memories are made, and crazy memories make up the best of friendships.
Ha! I am glad that the party was good and fun. Since I saw the title, I started worrying that the party was somehow ...inappropriate that you are not allowed to have party anymore.
Anyway, your "party" was quite different from what I see here in college. And for the truth, I'd prefer to have a cute party like yours.
ps.: Ms. Wickland is surely a nice blogger who did comment on any of your posts. If we all had such a reader, who would stop blogging, I wonder.
Hey, thanks for thinking of me. But seriously, how can you even think that Humperdink is the better looking. I am still going Wesley all the way. Oh, and we should do that again, only make the popcorn the right way.
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