I walked into to work, said "Good Morning" to Mirna at the front desk, and was walking down the hall to my office when I was stopped in my tracks by a sight for sore eyes. There, on Linda's desk, was a 1970's era popcorn popper in glorious Harvest Gold. "Is that a popper?" I asked excitedly. "Where did it come from? What are you doing with it?" Linda explained that she found it while digging around in a cupboard. She doesn't remember ever using it, but it must have been used at some point. She brought it in to donate it to one of our school sites. "Oh, we can't let it go just yet. We have to fire that baby up after lunch today."
And so, I did. Here's the proof.
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1 comment:
Real popped popcorn with buttah. Sounds sinfully delish.
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