Scoop
the pale Lurpak butter,
one
knob… plop and puddle.
Add
a splash of oil
to
dance in the pan;
to
mush, meld till a single sticky layer
coats
the metal like a blanket.
Sprinkle
in the kernels,
to
roll in the butter like children in mud.
Playing
patiently
until
the heat finally grabs them.
They
leap, reach into the air,
pop
in springs of cool cream.
Finally,
toffee drizzles
it
slivers into each popped piece;
smears
them in a thick sticky skin.
I
bubble with excitement.
Wait
to fill my senses
with
popcorn sweetness.
“Dad,
I’ve had a bad day today…”
“Shall
we make some popcorn?”
Whenever I'm feeling at my worst I always remember the simple pleasures I have in my life: like making popcorn. You don't have to make dramatic changes in your life to make yourself feel better. Small moments make life, appreciate everyone you have.
By
Laura Rose Russell
