Ah, Corn! One of the joys of summer in the Midwest! From your garden to
your mouth within an hour and a half. Here are my 4 farm girls, with
a bountiful harvest.
Ah, Corn! One of the joys of summer in the Midwest! From your garden to
your mouth within an hour and a half. Here are my 4 farm girls, with
a bountiful harvest.
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Prepare for shucking! We're doing this on the porch, because we needed the light for photography (the flash was out of batteries), and there were too many bees flying around outside.
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. Eight busy little hands removing the husks and silk. This was a remarkable little harvest, 8 perfect ears of corn with zero imperfections. White and yellow kernels of "SuperSweet" corn.
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. Clean as a whistle! All the silk was easily removed. Clockwise, from the left, it's Desi, Megan, Lizzie, and Chey displaying their handiwork.
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Our Founder trimming the ends of each ear with a cleaver. Nice job, Chief!
The Lady Of The House (and Garden), Her Serene Majesty Queen Laura, washes the ears of corn. You'll notice we're still on the porch. Of course, we usually do this in the kitchen (also the darkest room in the house), but never with the tap water - it's terrible tasting water, loaded with sulfur. The funny thing is, people come from miles away to fill jugs from the same basic source, at a nearby forest preserve hand pump. So we're washing our corn in good old Chicago water, which I bring home from work a gallon at a time. Nice way to get off topic, Chief....
Megan wraps each ear, with two pats of REAL BUTTER (from Minnesota) in aluminum foil.
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Megan brings a platterful of Illinois Gold out to Dad, who has fired up the
Weber.
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The Ward Cleaver of the 90's does his thing. Thanks for dressing up, Chief! Looks like he brushed his hair with his fingers today. My brakeless VW makes a nice BBQ shelf. You can see the village of Lansing continue it's relentless creeping towards our farm. If this picture was taken when we moved in (1991), you might see 1 house in the background.
Chey is the first to enjoy the fruits of our labor. We took this out in the west yard, in the waning moments of daylight.
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The Norman Rockwell portrait.
We had spare ribs and corn this Sunday. You'll notice The Lovely Laura's
Jellies, Jams, and canned peaches taking up the whole center of the table.
E-mail for prices, shipping included. We need the space. The pantry's full of
them. If the basement were usable, we'd be up to our keisters in canned goods.
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