I love movie theater popcorn. It's daunting in the sheer thrill of sitting down with a bucket of popcorn the size of your torso and mindlessly munching on it for two hours straight. Seriously: are there other snacks that we can eat in such insane amounts without feeling like we're breaking social taboos? But I don't go to the movies very often, and I don't like pre-packaged microwave popcorn . The fake butter flavoring leaves a strange film-like sensation on my tongue, reminding me that I don't know what's really in the popcorn. (At least the chemical once used to flavor popcorn can cause a rare respiratory disease, a chemical with the banal but terrifying name "popcorn lung" that is now banned.) So my husband and I started trying to make popcorn at home. We considered buying an air popper, but we have a small kitchen, and the thought of having to pull out the stool to rummage through unused canning equipment I had once purchased out of brief ambiti