This is sure to give far too much insight into my neurotic tendencies, but here it is. When I’m making popcorn and the time goes off and the light turns off in the little hot box of popcorn goodness, I always always wait for one last kernel to pop. I love that one last kernel often gets there through inertia. Sometimes it even takes a few seconds. But if you wait – if you just wait – normally you’ll get that satisfying final pop. It is a beautiful thing.