Okla-homey
5/17/2007, 09:07 PM
Just this morning, I looked out my office window (overlooking our fair city's hills and trees) and spied a Kettle Korn stand set up on the street below for Mayfest. I love its corny, salty sweet goodness.
So, at noon, I moseyed down and bellied up to the stand and paid 5 dinero for a big honkin gallon bag of fresh, crispy, crunchy Kettle Korn. It was done to a turn, with no old maids and its elegant piquant and delightful finish were perfectly complemented by an icey cold Pepsi-Cola.
I brought the half gallon I couldn't finish back up to the office break room and placed it lovingly in the middle of the table whereupon it was siezed upon by many of my colleagues.
It is corny crack I tell you.
So, at noon, I moseyed down and bellied up to the stand and paid 5 dinero for a big honkin gallon bag of fresh, crispy, crunchy Kettle Korn. It was done to a turn, with no old maids and its elegant piquant and delightful finish were perfectly complemented by an icey cold Pepsi-Cola.
I brought the half gallon I couldn't finish back up to the office break room and placed it lovingly in the middle of the table whereupon it was siezed upon by many of my colleagues.
It is corny crack I tell you.