I know for sure that it’s summertime because I’m eating kettle corn for breakfast.
Last weekend we went to the first festival of the season where we purchased a bag of kettle corn.
Said bag, which is too large to fit on the pantry shelf, is now sitting on the kitchen counter near the new vase featured in the photo.
[We bought the “small” bag of kettle corn, btw.]
From what I can tell, all festivals around here are required by law to have at least one kettle corn booth wherein they make the stuff fresh before your very eyes.
Then the kettle corn makers are required to give you a free sample of it right when you’re tired from walking around the festival, but not hungry because you just ate something filling at the previous food booth.
[I’m a sucker for a pulled pork sandwich with a speciality BBQ sauce.]
So, you decide to buy a bag of the kettle corn to take home with you because you know you like it. And because this is a festival that helps some small town OR civic organization OR large church make money that they use to help the needy.
[The cynic in me says the festival might be helping itself first before the needy, but whatevs.]
And that, my gentle readers, is how I know it is summer. I’ve got popcorn kernel residue stuck in my teeth before 8:00 a.m. and I’ve helped the needy. 😉
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HOW DO YOU KNOW FOR SURE THAT IT’S SUMMERTIME WHERE YOU LIVE?
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