Fresh corn on the cob is great. You get a good ear right from the garden and pop it open, but there is usually a little corn worm feasting on a few kernels near the top of the ear. No big deal, just chop it off and boil the rest of that yummy ear of corn for a few minutes and enjoy.
There's nothing like a good, fresh ear of corn. But, the same as in life, you have to deal with the worm. The question is, will you throw out the whole ear and go hungry for fear of the worm? Or will you get rid of the worm and seize the corn for yourself?
When I was small, I stayed a weekend with my Dad when he lived in a single-wide trailer on my Grandmother's farm. He had opened a can of corn from our local grocery store which begins with an "I" and I feasted on the delicious kernels. (Yes, I have always liked corn.) To my great surprise, there was a big ol' fat worm in the can. Of course, after that, I couldn't eat any more of the corn. Dad put the corn back in the can and sat it in the fridge to take it back to the store, I suppose to get a replacement. It turns out that a day or so later, he forgot about the worm and was hungry and the remaining corn, worm and all. He recalled to me that he sure felt silly when he remembered what he had eaten.
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Silly Dog
Date: Tue, Mar 24, 2009
I have this dog, Pudgie. He drives me crazy sometimes.
Every morning, weather permitting, I let Joanna get two dog treats out of a canister (she gets two, one in each hand, sometimes both in one hand) and we go outside and give Chester and Pudgie a treat.
Chester is usually at the gate by the time we reach the gate, sometimes we get to the gate first, but not always. We go inside the gate and I sometimes either set Joanna down or I just hold her and she gives Chester one treat and he takes it gently from her hand.
Now, Pudgie is another story altogether. He'll stay in his dog house or in his lounging spot in the sun and, acknowledge our presence, but not appear to give one care that we have a treat for him. Maybe it's small dog syndrome, I don't know, but he won't come get the treat. We have to start out toward him and get about half the distance from where we started to him and he'll jump up and bound up to meet us and eagerly take the treat.
It's just fascinatingly irritating.
I have this dog, Pudgie. He drives me crazy sometimes.
Every morning, weather permitting, I let Joanna get two dog treats out of a canister (she gets two, one in each hand, sometimes both in one hand) and we go outside and give Chester and Pudgie a treat.
Chester is usually at the gate by the time we reach the gate, sometimes we get to the gate first, but not always. We go inside the gate and I sometimes either set Joanna down or I just hold her and she gives Chester one treat and he takes it gently from her hand.
Now, Pudgie is another story altogether. He'll stay in his dog house or in his lounging spot in the sun and, acknowledge our presence, but not appear to give one care that we have a treat for him. Maybe it's small dog syndrome, I don't know, but he won't come get the treat. We have to start out toward him and get about half the distance from where we started to him and he'll jump up and bound up to meet us and eagerly take the treat.
It's just fascinatingly irritating.
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