I have embarked on a challenge.

I found a website with national food holidays. And this bunny bugged me until I wrote it.

One for each day. For a whole year. A drabble, Harry Potter fandom, centered somewhere around food.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Day One: Happy National Caramel Corn Day!

Lily waited by a Muggle beer stand and got stared at by fat men with mustaches

James had taken Harry to the bathroom for a nappy change, leaving her to wait for him and not get molested by the other people in the ballpark.

"It'll be fun!" James had said, begged really, when he had proposed their trip to America. He had relatives there, and it would be good to expose Harry to other cultures, never mind that he wasn't even a year old. "And BASEBALL," he had said, almost drooled. James and Sirius, fascinated with all things Muggle, had wanted to see a game at baseball since they were fourteen.

And now where were they? Hot and uncomfortable in the heat they were unaccustomed to, fighting through ugly crowds in order to get from and back to their box seats that involved much climbing of stairs and pushing through people with red plastic cups of alcohol.

Not to mention the crowd was eighty-five percent men.

Lily was a genteel woman, but she was not at all happy with this situation, especially since using magic would be extremely dangerous. "Hello, darling," James said from behind Lily, approaching her with a squirming Harry in his arms. "Little tyke wants his mummy." Lily took her son and balanced him on her hip. "Ready to head back?" James asked. He was practically bouncing with excitement.

Lily swallowed her feelings and nodded, smiling.

When they got back to the seats, which were admittedly rather good, the game had only just started. Lily was bored by baseball, but James was glued to it from the first inning. Lily let him watch and comment to his heart's desire; he was really very happy. She preferred to remain silent, however.

A vendor bounded up next to the family, holding out his box of something Lily couldn't identify. "Caramel corn for you and the missus?" he asked James in a twanging American accent that was immensely amusing to listen to.

James was a sucker for any sort of sweet-looking thing, so he bought two bags with American dollars and passed one to Lily, who opened it and inspected the food warily. "What is this?"

"No idea," said James, taking a handful in his fingers and munching it. His wife watched him as his eyes bugged out and his chewing slowed.

"Bad?" Lily asked.

"No..." James muttered. "S'amazing...you gotta try this, Lils."

Lily sighed, but picked out a few small pieces of the sweet-covered popcorn and slipped them in between her lips.

Her eyebrows raised.

"Good, eh?" James asked his wife, who nodded vigorously.

"Oh, my God," she said, eating another handful.

"Knew you'd think so," James beamed.

Eating her caramel corn, Lily watched the baseball game with new eyes. It was a bit interesting, after all.