Sandpot popcorn

When I was little, I had no snacks, and when it was sweet, my kids liked it. In my childhood memory, popcorn is the child's most wanted, the most popular snack. As soon as you hear someone squeezing on “explosion — rice — flowers” to see it on the corner, the young people will tell each other about the popcorn. The man with the blaster looks dirty, looks like a big shell. He's going to build a fireplace, stretch out the bag, and put it on a burning furnace. He poured his home corn into the blast furnace, put it into a few glucoses, tightened the roof of the furnace, put the oven on the fire, pulled the windbox with his hand, shook the iron tank with his hand, the fire in the oven was red and turned around the stove and looked at the pressure sheet. The former “food amplifier” popcorn process had been eliminated, but the popcorn were still my favorite, and they were now readily available, at a price too low, and the key was that there were a lot of chemical spices in it, such as sugar, which was unhealthy, or better at home. It's really easy to do at home. It's just a pot, a little oil, a little corn grain, whatever you want。