Shucking Corn
My dad grows the sweetest corn you can ever eat. Jennifer put up one small bushel load a few weeks ago. We ate fresh cream corn on the nights she put it up. It was heavenly that something this fresh and organic and good for you could taste so spritely sweet. A few days ago my dad brought over a second bushel or something close to a bushel. It was in a huge red plastic tub that was cracked on one side. He left it sitting in my carport. My daughter was given the task of tackling her first bushel of corn. She's had an easy life of being committed only to school, art, and athletics so far. First of all, she predictably slept late and started shucking the corn in the early afternoon. It was a bit over 90 degrees here that day with heavy humidity and a chance of afternoon thunderstorms. She quickly started sweating as she shucked. After a few ears, after dealing with the worms and the bug-eaten tips, after wrestling with the heavy silk trying to pick it off (her mother was no