Many years ago, my husband and I were living in an apartment in Minnesota. He had to take a business trip to the west coast. He was gone for a few days. One night I got home from work and was hungry, course. However, I did not feel like making dinner just for me. I decided to watch some TV and just make some popcorn.
Now, we did not have a microwave. What we did have is one of those popcorn poppers that were popular in the 1970s and 1980s. It had a base that plugged in. That is where you put the oil and popcorn kernels. Then you put the top on. The top looked like an amber see through top hat. Eventually, the kernels would pop. Then you would unplug it, flip it over, and remove the base. The top hat part would now be full of yummy, delicious popcorn.
Ok, so I made the big decision to make popcorn. The only oil we had was some Wesson vegetable oil. That is fine. What turned out to be less than fine was that it was a brand new unopened bottle. When I tell you I tried EVERYTHING to unscrew that top, I am not exaggerating. First I just tried budging it with my hands. Then I banged the lid against the counter and I pounded the bottle from beneath. NOPE. Then I tried my nut cracker and my tool often used in canning. NOPE. I tried one of those rubbery things in my hand to try to open it by unscrewing it. NOPE.
A normal person might have decided to go to plan B and actually make dinner of some kind. But APPARENTLY, at least that night, I was not a normal person. It was Katie bar the door. It is popcorn night.
So I rustled through my drawer and THEN I had a perfect solution ~ a corkscrew. Yes, I drilled right through the cap and poured oil into my popcorn popper. It was perfect. And then I had my popcorn. Problems can always be solved if you get creative.
A few days later my husband came back into town. That night we were making dinner. I can’t remember what we were making, but it did require some oil. My husband grabbed it from the refrigerator. He said, “what the heck?” I said, “I couldn’t get it opened and you weren’t here. I tried everything, finally I got it opened”. He, my logical engineer, said, “but now it has a hole in it.” I said, “you weren’t here to help me, ya know”. He again said, “but now it has a hole in it”. To which I replied, “SOMETIMES, you just have to have popcorn”. He shook his head and we both laughed.
It has become one of our family lines.
Sometimes, you just have to have popcorn……