Kernels at the bottom of a popcorn bowl taste better than the popcorn itself. I’ve often thought about enterprising a product that is them alone, no regular popcorn. Perhaps it’s the truth they are the origin of popcorn goodness that resonates with me as I eat them. Maybe it’s the crunchy texture I feel when I bite into them. Then again, there is the danger factor. There’s that possibilty I will break off a tooth. I’m not, by the way, talking about unpopped kernels. Eating those would be tooth suicide.
These are the ones that are half-popped. You can see the white yellow softness pushing out the prison bars of the kernel skin. I’ve loved these ever since I was a child. They are truly an amazing snack from nature. It’s weird though, some popcorn bags don’t produce them. In fact I have found the machines and stove methods will produce more of these half-popped kernels than microwave. Kernels are the start of things, sometimes halfway there is tastier.
This post is in response to the prompt at Stream of Consciousness Saturday.