This is one of my favorite parts of the Fiddleheads Farmer's Market.
When Raina straps on the helmet, pours the oil, dumps the magic kernels and starts to stir like mad I know an utterly addictive snack is on the way.
She and Adrienne pop the corn outside with a fantastic set-up, and the smell it sends wafting through the streets of New London is amazing.
I brought home a sample for my pregnant wife Lu and when I went back last week she demanded a larger satchel.
In fact I just devoured some today, and it was only slightly less incredible than it was fresh out of the cauldron.
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