Clear back in March, my sister-in-law and her brood went to Maui for 2 weeks. They asked if we could keep their two dogs- A neurotic dachshund (or wiener as Erik likes to call it) and a needy golden retriever. We agreed and stated our price- bottles of coconut syrup and other Hawaiian treats.
After a ridiculously circuitous route, we finally picked up a grocery sack of Caramacs, coconut syrup (only one?!?), and even some Spam-flavored macadamia nuts. Also in the sack was some microwave popcorn. Not exactly what you think of when Hawaii comes to mind, but it was an unusual flavor. We set that aside for Mom and Dad time.
Fast forward to tonight. Mike is at a Search and Rescue business meeting, so the boys and I decide to watch Toy Story 2 and pop some popcorn. Erik tried to make it on his own, but he kept undercooking it and putting in back in for more time. One can only imagine how that would have tasted after the 6th attempt, so I hollered out, "Isn't there anymore microwave popcorn?"
I can hear Erik rummaging around and then he proclaims, "I found some Ass-Kickin' Chile Lime!!"