
I'm always on a popcorn kick.
It all started when I visited my parents one summer, and attended the local farmer's market with my mom. The market was tiny compared to the Ferry Building farmer's market that I'm used to in San Francisco, but, it still left a strong impression. The produce was fine, but nothing spectacular. Overall, it seemed pretty forgettable. And then my mom mentioned that she needed to get her "treat": a lemonade...