Norm makes really good caramel corn. Sort of like Cracker Jacks—only much better.
Let’s call it Gourmet Crunch. It’s delicious. But we only get it at Christmas because it’s addictive and my blood sugar and dental state simply could not handle any more.
My wife, the Pearl of the Orient, put her order in the other week vowing to restrain herself and to hide the batch from me.
“You know, Norm, what I’d really like is some of your Gourmet Crunch Corn,” the Pearl said. “The grandkids are just crazy about it.