Picture the scene. A Sunday school class of little kids, maybe ten in all, the girls with frilly satin dresses, a kind not seen in places like the U.S. for 50 years at least, the children not one of who's father has a job, other than work on his small plantation to grow food for his family, plus a cash crop to buy kerosene for the lamps at night and to pay school fees for his large family. The clothes likely donated from bundles of 'rags' from the Red Cross or maybe the Salvation Army, and the kids themselves, happy faced and always smiling, sitting through (can you believe it) two hours of church lessons, when their teacher (my Malia) tells them that as a reward, she has a surprise for them.
Out comes a bag of popcorn for each of them. Total stunned silence in the classroom. Most of the children may never have heard of popcorn, it being rare in the stores and beyond the means of their folks, and not only that, a bag for each of them. If they ever did have popcorn, it would be shared out from a common bowl, but here was a bit of heaven, a whole, individual bag of popcorn. Eyes big, they reach carefully in their bags, take out a single kernel of corn and plop it into their mouths - total wonderment. Legs carefully kept together so that not one kernel goes amiss, they happily empty their bags and finally lick the bags themselves.
Just popcorn!