Everyone, at some time, has a Jiffy Pop moment. Who can forget the time when they saw the silver foil grow from a flat disk into a giant dome! What innocence.
The only thing was that, as far as I could ever tell, it was virtually impossible to make the damn popcorn without burning it.
Guess what! TIMES HAVEN’T CHANGED!
Did anyone EVER get GOOD POPCORN out of Jiffy Pop?
But times move on, I thought. I figured, Orville Redenbacher has come and gone and has left us with near-perfect popcorn both on the stove and in the microwave (you could consider that an endorsement). So, how complicated can corn be? I mean, is there any shortage of MONEY in making processed corn that they couldn’t make it, well, GOOD?
Apparently so, because being otherwise required to relive my childhood through the eyes of my sons, I felt somewhat compelled to buy the way over-priced Jiffy Pop (really, $2.60 for what, 20 cents worth of popcorn and some foil?) and share “the experience” with them.
NOT DISAPPOINTED. I expected something pretty bad and it delivered!
Maybe the best childhood memories aren’t always the sweetest. I remember trying to make Jiffy Pop when I was young but failing to make it look and taste as good as it looked on the TV commercial (as countless other toys and cereal promotions ended up disappointing me – damn you Lucky Charms! You call THAT a “puppet”!??). The circle is complete. It was crap then and it’s still crap.
The good news: They still make Jiffy Pop the same way they’ve always made it.
The bad news: They always made it BAD.
Who says you can’t go back home. Thanks to Jiffy Pop I was able to share at least one burned kernel of truth with my boys.