A Tradtion Passed On!

It was beginning to feel like fall. It was beginning to look like fall. It was beginning to sound like fall. It was even beginning to smell like fall, but it just didn't taste like fall until.... A woman in our ward gave John a bag of Corn Pops. Not the regular cereal kind of corn pops, but this weird popcorn called corn pops. I have only been able to find it in Bowman's (which is in Utah). My mother makes this absolutely greatcarmel popcorn with it. I made it once for an auction here, because I had brought two bags to Oregon, and they were going to go stale. A lady in the ward said she saw them around every once in a while, andsurprised me by giving one to John when he came home teaching. Here's some fun pictures I snapped after I actually let them taste it. Hey Mom, when I was cooking the carmel, and waiting for the "soft ball" stage to occur(for all my siblings, this is when mom gets cold water and puts some carmel in it...you know what I mean," Micah saw me trying some. She wanted to try some herself. It touched her mouth and the look on her face told me she was hooked. My first thought was, "of course she is, she is my daughter." And apparently I am my mother's daughter. I am so glad we have this awesome tradition. Oh! and Mom, no one makes it like you do! Let me know if I need to bring some for Thanksgiving!