FROM THE CULINARY SECTION OF THE FRICTION SECTION
Popcorn the Performance:
Zea mays everta ain't your average kernel
Its raison d'être crops from heat internal
After 400 degrees of insistent Fahrenheit
It explodes in epiphanies of ballistic flight
.
This poppin' type ain't your average corn
Bein' the only food that cooks itself airborne
Of eupeptic protein, carbs, and fiber, too
Except for your appendix, it's good for you
.
Inside each seed is a volatile batter
That rescues taste buds from the daily bitter
And just to make life that so much better
Irregular fluffs shaped for poolin' butter
.
Pressure vised tightly in pounds per inch
One hundred-thirty-five per salted pinch
Water is Lavoirsier'd into steam
Sublimates in an alchemy extreme
.
Served in a bowl that's passed around
In front of the TV, with only the sound
Of handfuls of crunches shoved into mouths
From outside, in, corn turned inside-out
.
Inside each seed is a volatile batter
That rescues taste buds from the daily bitter
And just to make life that so much better
Irregular fluffs shaped for poolin' butter
.
Zea mays everta ain't your average kernel
Its raison d'être crops from heat internal
Zea mays everta ain't your average kernel
Its raison d'être crops from heat internal
Thanks, Orville! 😁