So I wrote yesterday about how we decided to cream corn on the first Saturday of summer vacation, the day that was also Brad & Peter’s birthday. We originally thought we would just make a small batch. But I think our eyes were bigger than our biceps. Here’s a picture of the back of dad’s pick-up filled with corn:
Corn in my Dad's truck
Here are me and Dad, standing in the assembly line. What started with seven of us (four adults and three children) ended with just the adults. The boys dropped like flies and were never so glad to see air conditioning when lunch time arrived. I think they even headed up for naps without being told it was nap time.
The processing line
It actually was fun, although really hot
Dad creaming the corn
After the corn gets to the stage pictured above, we carry it inside where my mom would cook it, put it in containers, then eventually freeze it. It is a tremendous amount of work, but we just kept telling the boys how wonderful it tasted and how it was all so worth it.
Unfortunately, they were not nearly as impressed with it as we were. Especially since their favorite way to eat corn is this way:
Matthew loves corn - on the cob!
I don’t know why we bother!!!
