Popcorn, movie and good company - it was the magic combination for any evening of hugs and togetherness.
The popping corn was at first silent in the olive oil, absorbing the heat of the blue flame that licked the pan. Yet once it started it was a veritable audible firework, one that ever put a smile upon my face.
Popcorn exploded in the pan as a bouquet of white-gold blooms, so gently aromatic and speaking directly to the heart of my best memories.
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