Thursday, January 21, 2010

Old Maids


Been eating a lot of popcorn this winter.

Had to replace the burnt out air popper, then thought about what was left in the bottom of the bowl.

Those kernels not yet fully puffed to perfection, but almost there.

Not the virgin kernels bounced around but never responded.

Old maids are the ones who are half way cracked open like a nugget in a shell.

They never met their full potential.

The heat started to open them, but they never puffed into a light fluffy pop.

Crunchy and gritty on your teeth.

These are my favorites.

2 comments:

TripleG said...

As Forrest said, life's a lot like a bowl of popcorn.

Rus Wornom said...

Maria loves them, too.