Sexy Popcorn and Other Embarrassments

Today’s the day I swallowed my least favorite breakfast treat: I had to eat my words. But maybe I’ll get curated in Food.

What’s my mantra, those of you who know me so well, my peeps who’ve been with me for years? You’ve heard me crow it like an obnoxious cock o’ the walk: “I can write anything,” I’m always saying. “I…