Popcorn people are particular. I say this knowing I am cut from that cloth myself.
It started when I was young. My mom and I would be watching M*A*S*H and she’d say, “You know what I could go for?” I knew exactly what she meant: popcorn. I'd hop up during the next commercial break and whip up a batch. I made it on the stove with the one pan in the house that cooked it best. I topped it with melted butter and salt.
One day air poppers were invented. We got one and tried it. Both of us put the first handful in our mouths, looked at each other and shook our heads. No. This is not right. We went back to the pan. I don't mean to disparage those who like air popped corn—just to say that, among those who are particular about popcorn, each of us has our one "right" way.
Still, we experiement, we can't help ourselves. Since that night I’ve tried all kinds of variations in how to cook popcorn. I also continue to experiment with ingredients—except for one. I have found my popcorn. White Cat makes the tastiest, fluffiest, straight up greatest popcorn I’ve ever had. I recommend it to my fellow popcorn lovers without reservation.
“I have two great indulgences in my life, popcorn and bourbon. White Cat is the Pappy Van Winkle of popcorn.”
Matt, Brooklyn, New York