Indulgence

I indulge. Often. If it can't be chocolate or nacho chips, then it has to be popcorn. And just to prove the sheer decadence of my indulgence, here is the proof.
This is how much butter I use. Yes, an artery clogging amount. All for me. It must be in liquid form. One minute takes care of it quite nicely.
Pour in a swirly fashion. Watch out, the bowl is hot.
A little salt. Very little. Not every time.
I cannot resist this.
Bliss. It was sheer bliss.