I love the low cost of making Mexican Popcorn. And I feel like the story of this online date is an important one for me in the recipe world right now. #couponclipper #pricematcher

Because I am going solo right now as a mom I am ALL ABOUT saving money. Especially when it comes to making delicious food. Even if it is #popcorn — and let’s be honest…when I am home alone and have no one to eat dinner with, sometimes popcorn is kinda perfect.

ANYWAY… This #thepricematcher was about my fourth Tinder date. We’d talked on the phone a few times. He is INCREDIBLY handsome in his photos, so I am feeling a little gah-gah that he’s interested, I have to admit. And pretty sweet to chat to. Not really “interesting” — haha — but nice…

So a couple weeks of back and forth and I agree to meet him for coffee in his city. Not early, unfortunately. 9pm is past my toddler bedtime. But we agree to meet at a coffee shop. (Yep, on a Saturday night. hmmmm) He doesn’t drink, or like to eat out, so this is our best option.

The first coffee shop planned? Packed. So we agree to meet at a Starbucks, a short drive away. ALSO PACKED. So we say hello, grab a latte, AND…have to sit in his car for our first date. hahahahah.

Two things you need to know: When we meet…he’s WAAAAAY more handsome in real life. Like, kind of uncomfortably handsome. I can’t stop staring at him. However, he is also STONED OUT OF HIS MIND. I guess I knew he smoked pot. But he is so stooooooooned. hahaha.

As we sit in the car he offers me a bite of his cookie. “I’m good. Not much of a cookie eater.” He then goes on to share his love for Diet Pepsi and sugar. And other horrible foods.

I can’t stop staring at him. So handsome. But I kind of wish he’d stop talking.

He then puts on music. “Oh what do you listen to?” I ask. I’m very excited. Music is my thing.

“Mostly dance music.”


He goes on and on about himself. He’s really, really, REALLY into Fat Biking. Like…really. He’s a plumber. Not much else to say but he talks anyway. Doesn’t really look at me. DEFINITELY doesn’t ask me anything about myself. I just nod. And stare at his handsome face that I almost want to kiss, if it means he’ll shut up.

He keeps telling me how he’s looking for the love of his life. (This makes me the most uncomfortable, because I’m just trying to see if I’m even capable of online dating. Let alone…)





He tells me about how he loves to make popcorn — especially with coconut oil. I tell him about my delicious Mexican popcorn. How I put in spices and lime zest.

He says: “Huh? What’s lime zest?”

Well, I didn’t realize until later that MANY people don’t know what lime zest is. But I am genuinely shocked. And trying not to be a condescending little bi-atch. Food is obviously not this guy’s thing.

“You don’t know what lime zest is???” So I tell him…

“Oh! Wow! Can you do that with oranges? Or lemons??”

But THEN…he begins to talk about how serious he takes his grocery shopping. And tells me about coupon clipping and Price Matching. I have no idea what price matching is. And he looks at me, like I looked at him, when he asked me about lime zest.

“You don’t know what price matching is???”

It’s not that I am some giant snob who is against saving a buck at the grocery store. I just don’t shop at them a lot. Or I didn’t, until recently. I don’t buy meat from grocery stores. I rarely buy produce from them if I can get it from the farmer’s market. But I REALLY didn’t know what price matching was. (Do you?)

So…THEN…because he is so surprised I have no idea what he is talking about…he proceeds to take a giant PILE OF FLYERS out of the back seat of his car…and SHOW me his system. (It’s a system? Wow!)



Yep. So there we are, drinking coffee and eating cookies, on my first ever car-date, he’s totally stoned, dance music is playing on the radio, and he’s taking me through his pile of flyers to “educate” me.


Then it is time to go. I say good-bye to his very handsome, very stoned face. He offers to walk me to my car. I politely refuse. And that is that.

#grapefruitmargarita #turning40

#grapefruitmargarita #turning40

I made this Mexican Popcorn for my friend’s 40th birthday party to go with the Spicy Grapefruit Margaritas that made us all feel (on a Wednesday night in August) like we were 20 again (not 40). Speaking of 40…I turn 40 next week. Woot woot.

Mexican Popcorn — Lime Zest and All…

  • 1/3 cup popping corn
  • 1 + 3 Tbsp coconut oil
  • 1/2 tsp smoked paprika
  • 1/2 tsp ground cumin
  • 1/2 tsp ground coriander
  • 1/2 tsp chili powder
  • 1/2 tsp dried oregano
  • 1/2 tsp garlic powder (not salt)
  • 1/8 tsp cayenne (optional, for a kick)
  • 1/2 tsp sea salt
  • zest of 1 lime
  • juice of 1/2 lime

Heat 1 Tbsp coconut oil on high, in medium-sized pot, with a couple of corn kernels inside and the lid on. When you hear the kernels POP, add the remaining kernels, place lid on pot and gently move pot back and fourth over burner. As kernels begin to pop shake back-and-forth a bit more vigorously. When kernels start slowing down remove from heat. When popping finished transfer to a large bowl.

With the pot still warm on the burner, but with the heat off, melt the remaining 3 Tablespoons of coconut oil. Squeeze in the lime juice. Combine the spices together as a mixture.

Grate the lime zest into the popcorn. Then drizzle the coconut oil mixture in, followed by the spice mixture. (You may not want to add the entire spice mixture at first.) Combine everything really well with you hands. Season with more sea salt or spices, if necessary.

Serve with a tequila cocktail and tell your friends all about your terrible date, and laugh your asses off.



P.S. SINCE THAT DATE (or whatever you’d call it) I’ve begun shopping more and more at grocery stores. It IS winter after all. I have yet to Price Match. Or clip coupons. But I think about this guy every single time I’m at the grocery store and I see something on sale. haha

Cake The only album I kinda know...from 1996 maybe?

The only album I kinda know…from 1996 maybe?

P.P.S. He contacted me again about a month later. I met him again. This time it was better. But he was STILL stoned, STILL handsome, STILL VERY into fat biking, still eating like shit, still price matching, and still not my match. But he was actually a lot more interesting than I gave him credit for. And I guess he was joking about the dance music. He actually only listens to Cake. A LOT OF Cake. There are worse bands, I guess.

And his popcorn is REALLY, really delicious.