As I prepare to hit my 45th birthday tomorrow, I have been thinking about things I miss from my younger days. Last night we watched Julie & Julia, which is a great movie, and part of the reason I started blogging in the first place. And seeing how much simpler life was in Julia Child's day made me start to think about my simpler times.
One thing I miss is sleep. I had a lot more time for that when I was younger, and didn't need it as much. But what I realized I missed most about my childhood was real popcorn. At home this meant breaking out the jar of Orville Redenbacher popping corn, and Orville's popping oil and breaking out mom's biggest sauce pan, and shaking the pan over the burner on the stove until the popping of the kernels slowed to a few pops every 20 seconds. And like the add said, Most Every Kernel Pops. And you had a huge bowl filled with popcorn, so everyone had at least two small bowls to munch as we watched TV. Now a days its all jiffypop or microwave in pre-measured bags that really never give you enough, and usually leave dozens of un-popped, wasted kernels.
And don't get me started on movie theatre popcorn. You used to be able to walk into the theatre and watch the popcorn being made in the huge machine. It was so hot and fresh tasting, and the butter oil would just soak in over top and be oh so good. Now you pay a fortune for stuff they have dumped out of a bag into the big dispenser that has been warmed under a high powered light, Where is all the real popcorn?
And you want to know what else I miss? I miss good comic strips. When I was young I would read the comic page top to bottom. Now I don't give it a second glance. Part of this is due to the fact that a lot of the best strips are gone. Calvin and Hobbes, Bloom County, The Far Side, is Doonesbury even still there? But I blame a lot of it on the papers for continually shrinking the comics. They are now so small in the LA Times that the art of making a comic strip can't been seen, and the words can barely be read by these old eye. And forget the good old colored funnies on Sunday, these are now ads, with a comic strip here or there.
Oh to be young again...oh well, I guess that will never happen. Just gotta hold the memories.
One thing I miss is sleep. I had a lot more time for that when I was younger, and didn't need it as much. But what I realized I missed most about my childhood was real popcorn. At home this meant breaking out the jar of Orville Redenbacher popping corn, and Orville's popping oil and breaking out mom's biggest sauce pan, and shaking the pan over the burner on the stove until the popping of the kernels slowed to a few pops every 20 seconds. And like the add said, Most Every Kernel Pops. And you had a huge bowl filled with popcorn, so everyone had at least two small bowls to munch as we watched TV. Now a days its all jiffypop or microwave in pre-measured bags that really never give you enough, and usually leave dozens of un-popped, wasted kernels.
And don't get me started on movie theatre popcorn. You used to be able to walk into the theatre and watch the popcorn being made in the huge machine. It was so hot and fresh tasting, and the butter oil would just soak in over top and be oh so good. Now you pay a fortune for stuff they have dumped out of a bag into the big dispenser that has been warmed under a high powered light, Where is all the real popcorn?
And you want to know what else I miss? I miss good comic strips. When I was young I would read the comic page top to bottom. Now I don't give it a second glance. Part of this is due to the fact that a lot of the best strips are gone. Calvin and Hobbes, Bloom County, The Far Side, is Doonesbury even still there? But I blame a lot of it on the papers for continually shrinking the comics. They are now so small in the LA Times that the art of making a comic strip can't been seen, and the words can barely be read by these old eye. And forget the good old colored funnies on Sunday, these are now ads, with a comic strip here or there.
Oh to be young again...oh well, I guess that will never happen. Just gotta hold the memories.