Za’atar and Maple Kettle Corn

When I was growing up, Friday night was family movie night, and I was always on popcorn duty. I’d stand in front of the microwave watching the paper bag unfold as it inflated, delighting in the sound of popping kernels, removing the bag and shaking it up to cool off, and pulling the corners to release the steam before dividing it between steel mixing bowls.

We were a split household, some preferring sweet-and-salty kettle corn and some die-hard salted butter fans. I sat in the latte