If they sold this at the theater, I'd become a movie critic.

Marcy Playground summed up my feelings about Garrett's Chicago Mix back in the late '90s. Sex and candy. Yessiree. That's maybe the best cliché way I can describe fresh cheesy popcorn (cooked with evilly good coconut and palm oils) tossed together with brown sugary and buttery caramel corn. A bite of cheesy goodness makes you want something sweet, and how convenient – there it is! Then the sweetness makes you crave a bit of saltiness, and – "Oh, hello, I was just in the neighborhood."

And then suddenly, it's midnight and the bag (or gallon tin) of Garrett's your visitor brought you from Chicago two hours ago is shockingly nearing empty. And your tummy is full of happy. Which you might regret in the morning. It's enough to make an ex-pat wish she were still living in Chicago, but then again, maybe not. Because being across the country means your friends and family will graciously bring you the popcorn and you won't have to stand in the line down the block for your Chicago Mix.
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