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Peanut Butter Popcorn Balls — Something Sweet for the Waiting

The vaccine is scheduled. Next week. February. I will be in the first round of healthcare workers at Providence, the frontline, the people who have been breathing the virus for eleven months and will now receive the defense that should have existed from the beginning but didn't because science takes time and time is the thing we ran out of. The scheduling email arrived on a Tuesday. I read it in the break room standing next to Pete, who read his own scheduling email at the same time, and we looked at each other with the look that only pandemic-surviving ER partners share — the look that says: we made it to the vaccine. We made it.

I called Lourdes. "Next week." She said, "Be careful." I said, "It's a vaccine, Mama, not a surgery." She said, "Everything is a surgery when it's my daughter." The worry is love. The love is worry. Lourdes doesn't distinguish between the two because in her world they are the same thing — one emotion with two names, the way adobo is one dish with two versions (chicken and pork, both correct, both essential).

I made kare-kare — the oxtail peanut stew, the elaborate dish, the three-hour project that I use to fill time when the time needs filling and the filling needs to be productive and the productivity needs to involve my hands because my hands need to be busy because the anticipation is making me vibrate at a frequency that only cooking can ground. The oxtail braised. The peanut sauce thickened. The bagoong waited on the side. Everything waiting. Everything ready. Next week. The needle. The hope. The maybe-end of the worst year.

Kare-kare is a three-hour act of faith — you commit to the oxtail, the peanut sauce, the slow transformation of raw ingredients into something rich and whole, and you trust that the waiting will be worth it. That week, with the vaccine scheduled and the hope almost too fragile to hold directly, peanut butter was the flavor my hands kept reaching for. These peanut butter popcorn balls carry that same spirit in a fraction of the time: simple, sweet, grounding, and just sticky enough to hold their shape through whatever comes next.

Peanut Butter Popcorn Balls

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 10 minutes | Total Time: 20 minutes + 15 minutes cooling | Servings: 12 balls

Ingredients

  • 8 cups popped popcorn (from about 1/3 cup unpopped kernels), cooled
  • 1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
  • 1/2 cup light corn syrup
  • 1/2 cup granulated sugar
  • 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt

Instructions

  1. Prepare the popcorn. Pop the popcorn using your preferred method and spread it in a large, lightly greased mixing bowl. Remove any unpopped kernels. Set aside.
  2. Make the peanut butter syrup. In a medium saucepan over medium heat, combine the corn syrup, sugar, and butter. Stir constantly until the sugar dissolves and the mixture comes to a gentle boil, about 4–5 minutes.
  3. Add peanut butter and vanilla. Remove the saucepan from heat. Stir in the peanut butter, vanilla extract, and salt until completely smooth and combined.
  4. Coat the popcorn. Pour the warm peanut butter mixture over the popcorn immediately and stir quickly with a lightly greased spatula to coat every kernel as evenly as possible.
  5. Form the balls. While the mixture is still warm but cool enough to handle, lightly butter your hands and shape the coated popcorn into 12 balls, about 2 inches in diameter. Press firmly so they hold their shape.
  6. Set and cool. Place the finished balls on a parchment-lined baking sheet and let them cool completely at room temperature, about 15 minutes, until firm. Serve immediately or wrap individually in wax paper for storage.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 185 | Protein: 3g | Fat: 7g | Carbs: 29g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 95mg

Grace Santos
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Grace Santos
Week 248 of Grace’s 30-year story · Anchorage, Alaska
Grace is a thirty-seven-year-old ER nurse in Anchorage, Alaska — Filipino-American, single, and the person her entire community calls when they need a hundred lumpia for a party or a shoulder to cry on after a hard shift. She cooks to cope with the things she sees in the emergency room, feeding her neighbors and her church and anyone who looks like they need a plate. Her adobo could bring peace to a warring nation. Her schedule could kill a lesser person.

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