It didn’t occur throughout the whole of my childhood, but there was a season during my middle school years that my family spent a lot of Friday and Saturday nights at home, watching movies and cooking up a variety of homemade treats. Sometimes it was my mom’s amazing caramel popcorn that made an appearance; other times, we would gather around the table for a glass of “Tropical Blood,” a smoothie concoction made with frozen berries and 7-Up and topped with Cool Whip. Still, on other occasions, we would make homemade nachos. Filling and delicious, there wasn’t anything earth-shattering about these …

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