Last month, Heather sent me a gallon can of Garrett's CaramelCrisp and CheeseCorn popcorn. Of course I opened it. On a Saturday, I think. To make sure it was fresh. And it was. So I ate a little.
Then I stopped. I thought I would share it with my 11th grade class, which is kind of my favorite.
A couple of days later, I opened the can again and ate a little. I told myself that I could buy pre-popped white popcorn here in Tapa, mix it with Garrett's popcorn, and my students would think I hadn't eaten half the can already.
The next day: forget the kids. I ate the rest of the popcorn, delighting in the thickness of the cheese building up on my fingers