I grew up in the most beautiful town in the whole entire world. The place was, and still is, an absolute treasure, and now that I’ve traveled a good part of the world and seen a few things, I can attest for sure that there is really no place as wonderful as my hometown.
It’s a small place, but built like a suburb, so your neighbours were close and you formed tight bonds with them. The town stretches for a short way along the Winnipeg River, and our lives were centred around the water.
For many summers, in between the hours I spent somersaulting in the pool, learning how to golf on the 18 hole course, rollerblading circles around town, and camping in the back yard, I took sailing lessons. And it was my family’s neighbour who taught them.
He was, and still is, a pretty kooky guy. I think that’s the best word to describe him. Eccentric, I suppose, if I were to use my grown-up dictionary-type words. He was hilarious, and great with us kids, although at the time I remember being offered opportunities for daredevil-ish activities that I, a pudgy, book-ish kid with my glasses tethered to my head while I ducked under the boom, was quite reluctant to partake in. Things like using the “trapeze,” which is a harness that hooks to the mast that allows the rider to hang off the side of the boat and over the water, feet perched on the gunnels. Or, alternatively, sailing to a place we locals called “Jump-off Rock,” a 15 foot cliff on an island in the river that requires jumpers to take a good running start before leaping into the abyss lest they have an unfortunate encounter with an outcropping on the way down.
My kooky neighbour always had a box of Pirate cookies on board his sailboat. You know the kind – two oatmeal cookies sandwiching a sweet, peanut butter centre. When we were to partake in trapezing or rock-jumping during the day’s sailing lesson, out would come the Pirate cookies and a promise that if I joined in on what everyone else seemed to perceive as “fun,” I would get a Pirate cookie in return.
A few weeks ago, as my thoughts turned toward returning home to host my sister’s bachelorette party (and be her maid of honour!), somehow naturally the idea of Pirate cookies returned to me, this time crushed with popcorn and white chocolate into a beautiful amalgamation perfect for feeding a bunch of twenty-somethings on the golf course while they sipped their blueberry mint mojitos.
- 1/4 cup unpopped popcorn
- 1 box Pirate cookies, crushed
- ~2 cups white chocolate moulding wafers
- Paper bag to pop the popcorn in
- Place the unpopped popcorn in the paper bag. Scrunch the paper bag closed and microwave for about 3 minutes, or until the popcorn has stopped popping.
- Lay a few sheets of parchment or wax paper on your counter top. Place the popcorn over the paper in a single layer. Add the crushed Pirate cookies.
- In a microwave safe bowl, microwave the moulding wafers 30 seconds at a time, stirring in between heatings, until they are melted. Do not over heat, as the chocolate will seize.
- Drizzle the popcorn/cookie mixture with white chocolate, allow to set, and enjoy!