Sex is good, but not as good as fresh sweet corn. – Garrison Keillor Hmm. I think maybe Garrison Keillor has been spending too many lonely nights up at Lake Wobegon or, perhaps I just need to find a different farm stand to buy corn from next summer. But, without going quite as far as […]
If I was lucky enough to own white pants (L won’t let me), I wouldn’t pack them away this Labour Day weekend as custom dictates. I would wear them defiantly at least until Thanksgiving, I don’t like to give up summer without a fight. Swimming in the lake is good, as far as I’m concerned, […]
Whoever invented the word cornucopia must have been looking at all the leftover cobs in my fridge. The corn is so good right now I always buy too much – six cobs per person seems to be the rule of thumb, despite the fact I really do know they’ll only eat two or three. This […]
