I tried all kinds of ways to talk about my new favourite thing. But it all sounded like an episode of Oprah, a bad haiku or an even worse infomercial. So here’s the deal. It’s popcorn, from Popcorn, Indiana (that’s 20 miles southwest of Bloomington the packet tells me). It promises to be ‘crispy and crunchy and sweet and salty’ and boy does it deliver. Popcorn from Popcorn all the way to lil ol’ Woolies. Ameezing.