Popcorn
Our teacher tells us, to thank us for giving her barbecued crabs on the day of field trip, she will make some popcorn for us. Why popcorn? because we had no ideas what popcorn was when the teacher was trying to teach an unit in our Nature & Science class. To get popcorn, our teacher had to go to the city, which means 2 hours of bus trip. After getting the popcorn, she borrowed a big pan and a small gas stove from the janitor. We are all so excited. It feels like the teacher is going to do some magic.
We gather around the pan and stove. The teacher shows us the small bag of popcorn, "See? the grains are dry. Only the dry ones will do."
We have corns, but never eat them dry. Don't know how the dry corns become popcorns.
The teacher pours in some oil to the pan, and sends the grains sliding down the pan. She stirs them a little, then puts the lid on.
"Now, let's wait for the fireworks," she said.
Fireworks? we look at one another, what does that mean?
We wait, and wait. It's so quiet and still. Only our eyes move around, from the pot, to the teacher, to each other. The teacher's eyes are moving around, too, moving from face to face. Just when our eyes are about to fight in the air, 'POP' the first firework brings our eyes to the pan. Then, pop pop! pop! pop pop pop! It IS fireworks! The lid also goes Dong Dong Dong like a drummer. Our eyes get big, our mouths get big, big 'ah' coming out of our big mouths.
Pop pop pop, Dong dong, Ah....
pop pop pop, Dong dong, Ah...
Pop Dong, ah, pop dong...
Ah...pop....pop.....pop....pop...dong
We are making a popcorn percussion!
Not long, the pop gets quieter and lighter, then it comes to a complete silence. We look at each other, Now what?
With a 'swash,' the teacher quickly takes off the lid. What a magic! the dry grains are gone! Only the white, plump, fluffy corn flowers! and they smell like flowers, too!
The teacher snatches some salt and sprinkle it to the flowers, then without her telling us what to do, we all rush to get our lunch bowls and get into a line for the popcorns. All the popcorn is soon gone. It is so good that even the ones dropped on the ground are picked up and popped into our mouths.
I don't know how to describe the taste of it. It's like spongy cotton balls rolling in the mouth.
"Is it good?" the teacher asks.
We all nod and smile, only Dan rolls his eyes and says, "No, it's not right with salt. You should put sugar to make it better." The second he said it, we all roll our eyes and say, "Yes, yes, with sugar is better."
"No, no, salt is better, never have it with sugar," the teacher says.
"Then, you should try it with sugar, and you'll see," Dan is not giving up.
“Ok, let's make another pan and see if it's better with sugar," the teacher says.
"Yeah!" we cheer, and Dan springs from his seat and says, "I'm going home to bring some sugar." He dashes out of the classroom as soon as he said it.
The teacher doesn't know this is our trick to get more popcorn, and Dan knows the trick better than anyone else.
Now the popcorn percussion is ready to play again. Pop- pop- dong- dong- Ah....Yeah!
The teacher pours in some oil to the pan, and sends the grains sliding down the pan. She stirs them a little, then puts the lid on.
"Now, let's wait for the fireworks," she said.
Fireworks? we look at one another, what does that mean?
We wait, and wait. It's so quiet and still. Only our eyes move around, from the pot, to the teacher, to each other. The teacher's eyes are moving around, too, moving from face to face. Just when our eyes are about to fight in the air, 'POP' the first firework brings our eyes to the pan. Then, pop pop! pop! pop pop pop! It IS fireworks! The lid also goes Dong Dong Dong like a drummer. Our eyes get big, our mouths get big, big 'ah' coming out of our big mouths.
Pop pop pop, Dong dong, Ah....
pop pop pop, Dong dong, Ah...
Pop Dong, ah, pop dong...
Ah...pop....pop.....pop....pop...dong
We are making a popcorn percussion!
Not long, the pop gets quieter and lighter, then it comes to a complete silence. We look at each other, Now what?
With a 'swash,' the teacher quickly takes off the lid. What a magic! the dry grains are gone! Only the white, plump, fluffy corn flowers! and they smell like flowers, too!
The teacher snatches some salt and sprinkle it to the flowers, then without her telling us what to do, we all rush to get our lunch bowls and get into a line for the popcorns. All the popcorn is soon gone. It is so good that even the ones dropped on the ground are picked up and popped into our mouths.
I don't know how to describe the taste of it. It's like spongy cotton balls rolling in the mouth.
"Is it good?" the teacher asks.
We all nod and smile, only Dan rolls his eyes and says, "No, it's not right with salt. You should put sugar to make it better." The second he said it, we all roll our eyes and say, "Yes, yes, with sugar is better."
"No, no, salt is better, never have it with sugar," the teacher says.
"Then, you should try it with sugar, and you'll see," Dan is not giving up.
“Ok, let's make another pan and see if it's better with sugar," the teacher says.
"Yeah!" we cheer, and Dan springs from his seat and says, "I'm going home to bring some sugar." He dashes out of the classroom as soon as he said it.
The teacher doesn't know this is our trick to get more popcorn, and Dan knows the trick better than anyone else.
Now the popcorn percussion is ready to play again. Pop- pop- dong- dong- Ah....Yeah!
爆米花
老師說，為了謝謝我們的遠足給她的烤螃蟹，她要做爆米花給我們吃，因為上自然課時，講到爆米花我們都不知道那是甚麼東西。老師特別到花蓮市的商店去買的喔。她跟工友伯伯借了一個大炒鍋，還有一個小瓦斯爐。大家都好興奮，好像老師要變魔術一樣。
我們圍在爐子旁，老師拿起一包爆米花說：看啊，這就是乾的玉米粒。“
我們也種玉米，怎麼也想不透，這些乾乾的玉米粒怎麼會爆開。
老師在炒鍋裡倒入一些油，然後玉米粒嘩啦嘩啦像溜滑梯一樣滾入鍋內。老師把玉米粒和油拌一拌，然後蓋上鍋蓋。
“現在就等它放鞭炮！“ 老師說。
放鞭炮？大家你看我，我看你， 都不知道老師說的是甚麼意思。
大家等著。好安靜。只有眼睛不安靜，一直動來動去。一下盯著鍋子，一下看著老師，一下看著對面的人，老師的眼睛也不安靜，一直看著我們，就在大家的眼睛要開始打架的時候，“啵！“ 第一響鞭炮聲把大家的眼睛帶回鍋子上，然後，啵啵！啵！啵啵啵！果真開始放鞭炮了，鍋蓋也被彈起的米花打得叮咚響像個鼓手一樣。大家的眼睛都睜的大大的，嘴巴也張的大大的！
啵啵啵！ 咚咚咚！ 啊！
啵啵啵！ 咚咚咚！ 啊！
啵！咚！阿！啵！咚！
啊！啵！啵！啵！咚！
好熱鬧的爆米花打擊樂啊。
不久，啵啵的聲音越來越輕，越來越少。然後就完全靜止。就在這時後，刷一聲，老師把蓋子打開，玉米粒不見了，只看到白花花的玉米花，大家一陣歡呼聲。哇！哇！哇！
老師抓起一撮鹽，像仙女一樣撒向鍋子，不等老師說，我們馬上衝去拿午餐的碗，然後排好隊，準備吃玉米花。一大鍋的玉米花馬上就分光光了。啊，真是太好吃了，連掉在地上的都捨不得，也撿起來吃。
好奇特的食物，像硬硬的海綿一樣在嘴裡彈來彈去。
老師問大家好不好吃，大家只顧著吃，猛點頭還有傻笑，突然進貴說：“鹹的不好吃，要放糖才對。“ 大家聽了都跟著說，對嘛！要甜的才好吃。
老師說：不對不對，鹹的才好吃。從沒吃過甜的。
進貴說：那你更要試試看甜的啊，看是不是甜的比較好吃。
老師絕對沒想到，第一次吃玉米花的我們竟然對味道有意見。
我看她搖瑤頭說，好，再爆一鍋甜的給你們吃。
進貴說：“我回去拿糖。“ 一說完，馬上衝回家。
老師都不知道，這是我們的妙計，連傻呼呼的鄧進貴都知道，說不好吃，才能再多吃一點，耶！爆米花打擊樂再演奏一次！啵啵！ 咚咚！ 啊！耶！
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