MarLa Sink Druzgal

First, congratulations to Kriscinda Everitt for submitting the winning caption on Tuesday’s contest!

That was a TOUGH decision. I really loved so many of them. I put a few of them onto the photo and sent to Kurt and we both ended up picking the same one as our favorite.

I think next time, I’m going to create a poll and let all of YOU pick a winner!

 

In the meantime, let me share with you another odd little difference we came across here. Kurt and I were in one of the area malls last weekend, exploring stores and getting familiar with prices and merchandise, when I smelled movie popcorn.

Let me tell you that sweet little old grandmothers and tots in strollers better get the heck out of my way when I smell good food. I’m like a charging bull elephant, and I’m pretty sure I trumpeted at least once.

Imagine my disappointment when I took a box from the shelf and stood in line to ask for hot butter.

“No butter.” She responded with a somewhat confused look.

“I mean for on the popcorn,” I said. This time I cradled the box of popcorn in my left arm and made aggressive pump-squirting motions with my right arm. “Butter,” I pleaded, desperately. “Butter?” {pump. pump.}

She watched my hand and the spittle starting to appear at the corner of my mouth. She looked at the box. She looked at me, and then I saw the look of recognition come over her face. She turned away for a moment, then turned around, handing me a packet. I looked at the label: butter salt.

I was still overwhelmed by the smell in the area, and said “but it smells like movie popcorn butter in here.”

“Shake.” She made a shaking motion over the popcorn and smiled at me, as a parent teaching a child.

I reluctantly opened the package and shook a little of the package onto the top.

Kurt and I both took a piece of popcorn and tasted.

Strangely…it tasted and smelled like movie theater popcorn with melted butter (although a bit more salty than I would prefer.)

We also tried the cream cheese and chive favoring, which we also liked. I was wary of trying “fruit chutney” flavor.

It will be different to go to a movie here and not have hot, steamy, artery-clogging butter. Maybe we should also watch an Afrikaans movie to get the full effect.

I had about a cup and a half worth: enough to knock out my craving but not go crazy on what I’m sure was too much sodium for me.

Weird. But delicious.

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More wildlife next week. Have a great weekend, folks!

Love, Marla