The machine started with the same whizz as a hairdryer, as the kernels were thrown in the sound was replaced by ping pong ball sounds. The machine started to look like a yellow monster spitting out popcorn. The shape of the popcorn reminds me of the frothy peaks of milk on hot chocolates. These tiny white clouds smelt like smoke from charred marshmallows. A whiff of the movie theatres wafted of the machine.
By Natalya Cerys and Anzu