We Like Corn on the Cob


So, the other weekend, we had it for lunch. Not even for dinner. Lunch.

Karen offered to husk it and I took her up on it, since I was trying to finish an SRP book. So, several minutes later, it occurs to me that it seems to be taking an awful long time for three ears of corn. I go into the kitchen to find her carefully peeling the husks off the corn, one leaf at a time, and gently depositing each leaf in the garbage. One at a time.

::facepalm::

This post will be the first in the series of why the Kane girls would have made really, really bad pioneers.