Saturday, October 1, 2016


My eldest sent me a link the other day.

"I just found out about this.  Highlights include, "we cook approximately 50 tons of sweetcorn with an antique steam engine and distribute the corn FREE"

I wish we could have taken Papa to it.  Maybe this can be the kernel for a "papa loved corn" post on the blog?"

I don't really have any stories about Dad and corn but I can tell you some interesting things about it.

Dad loved corn, but he was allergic to it.  The fresher it was the worse it was.  He was pretty much okay with frozen, canned bothered him a bit, but fresh corn on the cob made him sneeze kernels out his nose the rest of the day.  I remember him opening his white handkerchief (which he always carried) and showing me the yellow nugget nestled in the mucus.

He liked to put corn in his cooking.  On the rare occasion when Mom was out for the evening and Dad was home to make dinner he would make cream chipped beef (which I loved) or omelettes.  He would put corn in the omelettes.

When we went to the Great Smokey Mountains to hike a portion of the Appalachian Trail with the troop they found a farm-stand selling corn on the cob by the bushel right next to the cornfield where they were grown.  We bought a bushel after we got off the trail and borrowed what was probably a 30 gallon pot to cook all of it.

I'll tell you the corn kernels were flying that day!

1 comment:

  1. This was a great story, I loved it; especially the punch line! Thanks for sharing, Dear. Love you all, Auntie Char xoxoxoxoxoxoxox