A friend told me that she made caramel popcorn with M&Ms and Oreos in it, but that she hadn’t saved any for me because she was sure it was not the kind of thing I’d go for. She got me almost right. I like my M&Ms solo and my Oreos with milk. But I love caramel popcorn. You might even say that I owe my life to Cracker Jack, the most famous kind of caramel corn.
I was a college student and dating Michael Greenspan. We agreed that we would get married, but we disagreed on how we would get engaged. Michael wanted to declare, “We’re engaged!” and, shallow moi, I wanted to put a ring on it.
For a guy who was so easygoing, Michael stood firm on the no-ring policy, arguing for its uselessness and for the fact that neither one of us could afford a ring. But I persisted, and one day, when we were walking through Prospect Park in Brooklyn, we bought a box of Cracker Jack and I said, “If the prize in the box is a ring, I get a diamond.” He agreed. There was a ring. And I got it and a “real” one. Last month was our 9 millionth wedding anniversary. And there was caramel popcorn . . . homemade!
Homemade and just a little spicy. Our anniversary corn had a smidge of chipotle, a spice I didn’t even know was in the world when I was a 19-year-old bride.