Moss, is a free-lance writer from Tennessee. She writes
funny stuff about her daily life or anything else that she finds amusing.
seen weekly in the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal and
Oakridge Now. She has written for Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books have published a number of her
articles in their Let There Be Laughter series of
books. Her articles have appeared in
numerous other publications, both in print and online.
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former board member and Web
Editor of Columnists.com, website of the National Society of Newspaper
oldest and largest professional organization
for columnists. She is the Web Editor of
Humorists.com as well as a founder of the Southern Humorists writers
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||Too Much of a Good Thing....
Too Much of a Good Thing
have this thing for popcorn -- popcorn with salt. My popcorn passion
comes from childhood. We popped it on the stove in those days, and I
knew how much oil and how much corn to add to get it to come out just
right every time. You had to shake the pot periodically to get the
kernels to the bottom of the pot where they would be hot enough to pop. If you put in too much popcorn, the
lid would pop off the pot, so you didn't want to do that.
They have ruined popcorn now by making different flavors. Cheese
popcorn turns your hands yellow. Carmel corn is covered with candy.
You can't even taste the popcorn anymore for all the extra stuff. When
something is already perfect, they should just leave it alone.
Nowadays we don't use a pot to pop corn. We don't even use the
electric poppers that were prevalent for a while, but are now found
mostly at garage sales. In the modern world, we have microwave
popcorn. Like everything else these days, popcorn went instant. As
always, they tend to have too many varieties: butter, lite butter, plain, salty, movie theater, kettle corn, cheese corn,
caramel corn, even Cajun corn. What's next? Dill pickle corn?
My daughter bought me a giant bag of pre-popped corn. It was so big
she could hardly carry it. "I couldn't resist buying it for
you." she said. I appreciated the gesture, but this is the
biggest bag of popcorn I've ever seen. The more I eat, the more there
seems to be. I know that corn is still growing -- in a cornfield or
The bag was so large that I had nowhere to put it away. There wasn't a
cabinet in the house big enough to hold it. To make things worse, we
were remodeling the house. Furniture had to be moved out of the way
while the workers were in each room. Nothing stayed in one place for
The popcorn ended up following me from room to room, like a pet or a
mascot. I didn't know what to do with it. I couldn't put it in the
garage as it might draw mice. I couldn't put in the bathroom because
that's gross, and besides there wasn't room with all the other stuff
we had put in there to get out of the way. I was getting really tired of dragging that huge bag of popcorn around
from room to room.
Finally, the living room was finished but the popcorn wasn't. I
decided to leave it near my computer so I could munch while I worked.
It was getting a little stale by now and there seemed to be more of it
than when I started.
It watched me, waiting for me to notice that it had not been eaten
yet. I felt guilty for ignoring it -- but you can only eat so much
popcorn. I wondered what happened to those big decorative cans we had
I hate to waste so much popcorn, loving it the way I do. But what else
can I do? It seems bigger every day. Maybe I could put it in the bird
feeder for the birds -- or string it for the Christmas tree, or make
popcorn balls for Halloween, or take it to the park and feed the
ducks, or take it to the movies and forget it when I leave.
If you have any suggestions for old popcorn, please let me know --
quickly. Meanwhile, if you happen to read in the paper that the roof
popped off a house like the lid on a pot of popcorn, you will know it
Copyright 2010 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219