It was yesterday. As of last night popcorn and I have officially broken up. It is very unlikely that another morsel of that salty, buttery goodness will ever pass my lips again – don’t quote me on this though because I have serious will issues when it comes to food.
Popcorn and I did not meet often, just on those rare occasions that I go to see a film – I think that equates to maybe 3 or 4 times this year. I certainly relished those meetings, they were special. Come film time my order was always the same; popcorn, choctop, drink… the perfect movie watching combination. But it was not meant to be…
Last night I went on a Daddy Daughter Date to see Mockingjay, the film was great! Casting of these movies was so well done I must say and they are staying as true to the books as they can – it probably helps that the writer is onboard. Even a conversation from the second books that I was upset didn’t make it into the second movie found its way into the third. We had the whole experience; the popcorn was semi warm, the choctop was semi melted and a bit icy and the drink was a little on the syrupy side… it was everything I have come to expect from Event Cinemas in a nutshell (basically we only go there because there are never any lines because they are so dodgy and expensive hahaha).
This was the first time I have had popcorn since going on Metformin… it did not end well. Looooonnnnnnngggggg story short I spent a lot of time after the movie last night with horrible stomache aches that had me in a foetal position. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to throw up or visit the loo for the popcorn to meet a different end. This morning the stomach aches have abated somewhat, but the cramping is still there. I am hoping it calms down at work. Naturally this had to happen the day that we have the work Christmas party and therefore there will be rich enticing food available from 10:30am until close. Sigh. *sings to herself* “Have yourself a merry little Christmas” *sniffles*
And so dear popcorn, whilst I have loved you since my first ever film experience and have purchased you every visit since (even when I knew you were going to taste like the communion wafers from Church) I am sorry to say we must part ways. I wish you well on your other gastronomical adventures and this does not mean that I like you any less, but I fear my gut reaction is that we must part and my Grandfather taught me to always trust my gut.