One of my latest endeavors had been to host food-related videos for Shoptopia.com, “where you can easily find deals and products at over 500,000 stores!” It’s an incredible online resource for all-things-shopping, and I’m honored to be a part of the Shoptopia team, as one of their Food Experts.
The latest video I hosted, which just posted on their “Food and Grocery” page, is all about popcorn! And trust me…Right now is the best time to learn how to spruce up an easy snack like popcorn, with the holidays, guests and all of the madness that comes with this time of year!
What I didn’t know until after we shot this video is that home made popcorn, Kettlecorn specifically, is a snack that my Grampa, the “Colonel” as he was called, used to make all of the time! It was one of his “things”, and he even had his own name for it: Sugar Pop!
My best friends’ parent’s house in the Hollywood Hills. Pool-side. He has three siblings, and they, of course, had friends coming and going. Never a dull moment at this house. His parents moved into the house when they were in their early twenties. Lots of memories. Just plain cozy. Messy. Fun. Welcoming. The hustle and bustle of people in and out of the house was tangible. Laughter. Yelling. Chatting. Story-telling. Convening around the kitchen table. Walking around the gardens his father maintained with joy and pride. Chilling outside by the pool…And the Pimm’s Cup.
Growing up, apple pies were on the menu for any special occasion, no matter what. The smell of the baking apple pie took over the house, and I was in heaven. Even to this day, I look forward to my mom’s apple pie.
But the best part of the whole apple pie process wasn’t the smelling of it or even the eating of it, it was the peeling of the actual apples. Weird, right? Well…let me explain.
This is more of a post that belongs at the end of the year, around the holidays, but I have been craving my Gramma’s oatmeal cookies lately. If they are on the brain, I thought I’d shake things up and discuss them here.
I don’t know what it is about my Gramma’s oatmeal cookies, but man! That stuff makes me think of ‘home’, whatever that is. When you move, move, move your whole life, the idea of home is blurred. But I digress…