My father was a drive-in theater manager, and when I was growing up, we used to spend a lot of time in the snack bar. There was nothing more exotic than the smell of fresh popcorn being popped. We'd use palm oil and salt and some kind of artificial butter, and mix that together with the corn kernels, and then this big machine would stir and stir those things. As they were getting ready to pop, you could smell the kernels of corn, and then when it began to pop it turned into a completely different, almost erotic smell of corn, and smoke, and burnt butter, and burnt oil. There was nothing more delicious than the taste of those kernels just coming out of the kettle. Throw some salt on it and then go sit down on the ground at my dad’s drive-in. We would bring a little towel, and put the towel down on the ground, and take a speaker and put it on the ground and watch these great American movies that used to play at my father’s drive-in.