kittykats1's blog post - the corn...

I am making home made caramel corn so I am pretty much stuck in the house for the next few hours as I am gonna try and knock out at least 2 maybe 3 batches. It is very time consuming and it's very finicky. The corn must be stirred every 15 minutes and dried in a slow oven for at least an hour. It can go up to an hour-and-a-half depending upon how much humidity is in the air, the porosity of the popped corn, etc, but my god is it worth every minute spent.

This stuff is instantly addictive. You will eat and eat and eat till you puke and then you will want more. It turns people into hoarders and pits husband against wife. Fights break out over it. No one wants to share, everyone wants their OWN bag. Yes, it is that good. My hair stylist calls it 'crack' and since I am going to get my hair done tomorrow, I was warned that I had best not come in to my appointment without copious amounts of 'crack.' This batch will go to the salon with me and the other 2 I hope to do today will get parted out to friends. If I give it away I won't eat it. If it's here in my house I can't avoid it; it calls to me...it whispers seductively in my ear - "just eat me....eat ALL of me...you know you WANT to!" I am so weak and pitiful that I succumb and eat. I am ashamed. I cannot say no. I am a tool. I am weak. I curse myself and the corn's buttery, caramellicious taste as I stuff it into my willing mouth. Fuck. I will need an extra 15 minutes at the gym to repair this damage.

I am a caramel corn sub; I cannot resist it. I bow down and consume. I grovel. It is in the drivers seat. I can't fight it. Oh god I can smell it from across the house...*sob*


Puurrs to all,


Currently listening to: Blue October "Into The Ocean"