The Cone Issue #6 Summer 2015 - Travel | Page 45

The immigrant men who owned the popcorn It’s surprising that I could only find one spot to carts said that Marc had doubled the sales of buy it: the children’s zoo in Central Park. popcorn in his spot. He told me his secret. The Elizabeth had to work both popcorn and ice-cream secret was the smell. He would continuously make carts, side by side. She eagerly showed me how she popcorn with the foolproof system. Throw the made popcorn the same way Marc did years before. kernels and butter into a pan, flip a switch, and let She often didn’t make another batch for an hour or the machine pop it all perfectly. He filled some more unless it was the weekend. On the weekends bags, left the rest in the clear container, and after a she made a new batch every twenty minutes. short while he made more, even when he had Every twenty minutes there was a fresh batch of enough to sell. The scent would bring people over. dreams to be sold. Popcorn seems to go with People would line up to get a bag. I have to think dreams and fantasies. It’s there to eat with movies. that it wasn’t always the taste they were looking It’s there for strolls in the park. It was part of forward to, as much as it was what that taste what brought me to New York City. We’re all represented. Bad things don’t usually go with searching for that feeling of being folded in. I popcorn. realized my affinity with popcorn was part of my 1 search. I am simply looking for a home. 4 3 2 5 45 THE CONE - ISSUE #5 - SUMMER 2015