Popcorn balls

Yes. I said popcorn balls.

I can't believe the general outpouring of emotion over these wonderful balls of joy. As Amber pointed out in the comments of the last post, they are very popular among the kids at home.

So I'm really happy that my mother has volunteered to let me post her recipe!

But unfortunately, she had shoulder surgery yesterday and is currently doped up.

So...we could get recipe, but it might be interesting.

And that's assuming there is a recipe, which I wouldn't count on.

You see, usually when I ask my mother for recipes the conversation goes something like this:


Me: Mom, can you tell me how to make popcorn balls?
Mom: Oh, you know how to do that.
Me: No, I don't, really.
Mom: But you've seen me do it a hundred times.
Me: Yes, but seeing you do it and me doing it by myself are different things.
Mom: Well...you just...make them.
Me: Yes, I know. But how? What's the recipe?
Mom: Well you know me, I don't really have a recipe.
Me: Shocker.


So what usually happens is she has to make a batch of whatever it is and I sit at the counter and watch and the conversation goes something like this:



Me: Is that flour?
Mom: Yes.
Me: How much?
Mom: Oh...just some flour.
Me: Half cup? Two cups? Quarter of a cup?
Mom: You don't really need to--
Me: MEASURE IT!

This is how I learned to cook. In fact, my favorite "cookbook" is a spiral notebook in which I have written down all of my mother's "recipes."

And now I fear that the student has become the master because I made some cookies a few weeks ago which led to the following conversation:

Mom: Kid, your cookies are really good.
Me: Thanks.
Mom: I'll have to get your recipe
Me: Oh...well...I don't really have a recipe.



-Ally