We ate the first corn last night.
{Moment of silence, please.}
If you are a parent…you know that part of child-rearing…that very small, teeny, sometimes miniscule-single-particle-shaped-moment where you step back and say wow this is all worth it.
That was the corn.
Dinner was late and the bitties needed a good scrub down, so I just cut the kernels off and tossed them in a sauté pan with the handful of green beans I picked, a little butter, a little olive oil, salt and pepper.
David graciously offered me the last scoop.
It was probably best. There might have been an argument.
Can I plant it in the same location next year? I know I’m supposed to rotate but it really is the ideal spot—the height is out of the way of any view and it’s up against the house.
One conclusion was certainly drawn last night:
We will be planting corn again.
