So, once upon a time, I was too tired or lazy (you choose) to visit a market, or scrounge through our, mostly, well-stocked pantry. I was even less interested in making a huge commitment to cooking. I found two varieties of popcorn, the last few kernels, at the bottom of containers. I felt clever for calculating that I should heat the larger, yellow corn, before adding the smaller, popcorn, as though that were wise, chef-like, sensibility. Unfortunately, I didn't posses the wise, chef-like, sensibility to have the lid to the pot on hand, and while I searched for it, half of the few kernels popped right out of the pot and all over the tidy or disastrous (you choose) kitchen. What remained was oh-so slightly scorched, and/or half-popped. In times of plenty (plenty of energy, plenty of ideas, plenty of ambition, plenty of pride) I would have tossed this dinner, but... no. I added a dash of nutritional yeast, sprinkled a little Tajín, and devoured this fine feast. I have made better dinners, even in the middle of the week, even when I was tired, or lazy, but this one was special, too.
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