Ahh, the Popcorn Ball. A ghoulish treat of stale popcorn glazed over with sugar and corn syrup, then pressed into 100 calories of pure nastiness. Horribly perfect for the horrors of Halloween. Bats & spiders not included.
Health-hater Husband and Greedy Kid #3 appear to be in love with the
Popcorn Ball, but just one bite sent them reeling. Never again will I
buy something I know is a piece of crap just because some guy at the
grocery store thinks it's a good idea. If he wanted me to have it so bad, he should have bought it for me. I want my 50 cents back.
You could always opt to make your own, but it's my pseudo-professional, foodie-fit opinion that the Popcorn Ball should be left undone. Maybe you should go for the Atomic Popping Corn instead? Explosives included.