We have been eating sweet corn for a couple of days. It is very nice to find out that I can gnaw sweet corn off a cob, chew and swallow without having a coughing fit more than once. My folks came today to help put up the first batch, which was a good thing, since yesterday I spent looking after my three grandsons, while my daughter had a class, and I was tired. Jim picked, Mom and Jim shucked, silked and cut out bad spots, buggy spots, and worms. I boiled, Jim cut, Mom scraped cobs and bagged. I cleaned up, served supper from the crockpot (into which I had with the meat, potatoes, onions and zucchini from the garden), our company cleaned up, and I collapsed.
11 dozen ears, 44 pints in the freezer. A good day.
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