I grew up in the heart of the Midwest and so did my taste buds. Church potlucks with scalloped potatoes, tuna casserole, and jello salad were my idea of a good time. My mom was an excellent (and healthy) cook, but leading the charge in the snack food category was my unreasonably thin father. He followed the farming tradition of eating a big lunch (called “dinner”) and having a light “supper” or, his preference, none at all. To this day his favorite meal in the evening consists of popcorn--and I’m talking GALLONS of it—popped, these days, in canola oil with plenty of salt and sliced apples and cheddar cheese neatly arranged on top. He should be a representative for the Stir Crazy corporation as he has run through probably thirty of their poppers in his lifetime.