Corn

Being a from a big city, a lot of things just never occured to me. I took for granted that muffins do not always come from a box, that ground beef didn't magically appear in the store and that corn does not always come from a can. That's not to say that I never had corn on the cob- when summer came, my mom would stop at the local roadside stand and we'd have it a couple times a month. But once winter came again- it was back to the canned stuff.

When I married Shaun I was introduced to one of the yummiest things! Fresh corn that was frozen. So this year- when the corn was ready... so was I! We went to Declo for the day and Papa Orllo harvested corn for us- he actually picked it!! Off the plant!! And then we got to the menial task of shucking (sp?). Ty thought it was kind of fun- though I think he was more stoked by the fact that there were lady-bugs in the sack than by the fact that we were getting ready for winter (I feel a little bit like the busy ant- you know- from the story the Ant and the Grasshopper). He did finally get one corn cob shucked and he held it up all suprised and yelled, "Look guys! There's corn in here!"

We took our corn in the house, and cut it off the cob and put it into freezer bags... and Violia! Freakin' yummy corn for the dead of winter!!