My beloved popcorn maker died over the holidays and I had forgotten about it till yesterday. This is a picture of how my husband tried to fix it! I think his methodology involved throwing it across the room.
Oh well…I never really liked this one anyhow. (I know, I know…I just called it beloved…that’s just a general term of endearment I have for all popcorn makers, including my hubby when he is so dear to make it for me). But seriously…this annoying contraption was a space saver doo-dad and it would blow seeds out the bottom just before they popped and when they landed in the bowl, they would pop, thus exciting all the other popped kernels to fly out of the bowl and all over the kitchen. I can’t tell you how many times someone in the house has found popcorn in their shoes!