Oh Popcorn, my Popcorn. You have gotten me through tough study sessions, and boring in-class movies. You have stuck by my side through thick and thin and I think it's time everyone realizes how truly important you are.

Honestly though, I really do believe popcorn is the best snack there is. Ask anyone that knows me. They will most likely roll their eyes and say, "Oh yeah, she's obsessed. It actually really annoying". Most likely my over-excitedness about the fluffy piece of corn is the reason people don't appreciate it enough.

Popcorn is a unifier. It brings people together wherever it is consumed. Baseball games. Movie theaters. Family movie nights. Carnivals. Festivals. The list goes on and on. Regardless of where you find popcorn, there are usually a few people sharing a big bowl of it. True, I never share my popcorn, but people share with me so I can still say this with absolute certainty. And sure, lots of different kinds of foods can bring people together, but is all that food both delicious and mildly healthy? Okay, so popcorn isn't kale or one of the other fad super foods, but it's a heck of a lot healthier than ice cream and cakes, right? It's basically a guilt free snack because a small portion of it is not going to tip you over the edge into cardiac failure like so many other treats. Not a healthy person? Don't worry, although my dear, old popcorn in itself is not particularly horrible for you, there are so many ways you can spice it up. Chocolate. Marshmallows. Parmesan. Hot Sauce. You can literally put anything atop popcorn and it will still be magically delicious.

So that's just a bunch of reasons why everyone should like my favorite tasty treat, but why do I love it so much? I'd say because it literally tastes like home. My whole life my parents have made big batches of popcorn on the stove with some salt sprinkled on top. Most of the time this meant it was a movie night or one of our favorite shows was on, but sometimes we just had it because it's amazing and sounded delicious. What was even better was my grandma's homemade carmel corn. Everyone always talks about stores or popcorn shops having the best carmel corn, but you have not tasted my grandma's. She would melt chocolate on the stove, then mix it with the popcorn and the result was actual happiness in a bowl. Some people miss home when they hear a certain song, but for me, it's the smell of freshly made popcorn. 

All in all, I think Orville Redenbacher is the only person who really understands my love. Honestly, I wish he was my best friend.