Were you counting on something more shameful than popping corn?

Well, what if I told you that this serves as dinner? Sometimes as often as once a week?

Or that I come from a long line of popcorn-for-dinner family members who made me feel like it was entirely normal to curl around a big bowl of it, with another small bowl of sliced apples and cheese, and call it a complete meal?

Or that I love it because sometimes I don't want to cook, or to think about my food? Or I just want to eat a whole lot of something quasi-nutritious while watching something not-at-all nutritious?

Let there be some redemption in the facts that my corn is now organic and no longer housed in those microwavable death traps. And that I melt real butter to pour--parfait-style--over top. And that my cheese has matured from that cheese-in-texture-only Colby to a crumbly, sharp white cheddar. And that my apples were never (and will never be) Red Delicious, because I think they are about the farthest thing from delicious. And that I pair the whole salmagundi with a super hoppy IPA.

Supposing all of this is so: would you judge me? Or join me?