I looooooove popcorn. But I hate the smell of microwave popcorn, especially how it sticks to my hands for days after I actually pop it. But I don’t have a good pot for popping on the stove, and I don’t want a gadget that only pops popcorn and serves no other function. What’s a girl to do?!
Apartment Therapy to the rescue!
It was just my birthday, so if anyone wants to send me a popcorn-related birthday present, I receive mail — and Hazon will be happy to accept donations to help support “The Jew & The Carrot,” your favorite blog — at the following address: 45 West 36th Street, 8th Floor, NYC 10018.
And for another story of a smell sticking: I haaaaaate the smell of bacon. I’ve never had bacon — or any meat for that matter — but about twelve years ago I was visiting my grandma in LA and she had rented her house out for a commercial the week I was visiting. The product: Bacos.

Turns out that Bacos are vegetarian and, in fact, kosher, but they are gross. My grandma’s whole house smelled like bacon an hour into filming, and by the end of the day, I smelled like bacon. For weeks after I returned home, I constantly smelled bacon and I took showers for hours, trying to scrub the offensive smell away.
So, thank you to “Jewcy” for pointing out “the least kosher thing ever,” but no thank you!

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