When I was little, my dad used to pick up my sister, brother and me and bounce us around the kitchen while we waited for the popcorn maker to pop.
We sang a song and made a game out of guessing when the oil would be hot enough to make the first kernel explode.
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News/Design Editor M. Clare Haefner enjoys cooking for family and friends. Contact her at email@example.com or (254) 501-7551.