Crazy for Corn

Last week working in the garden, I had a child ask me if he could pick some corn. I told him that he could, but to prepare himself because in addition to families eating from the garden, we also had plenty of pests that had been enjoying the produce all summer. In fact, had yet to shuck an ear of corn and not encounter a fat and happy earworm eating his way into oblivion. Sure enough, there was a worm in the ear he picked. To my surprise, he was not repulsed and simply suggested we cut away the part the worm had eaten. We cut it off and he began to eat the corn right off the cob, unintentionally making it clear to the other kids how juicy and tasty the corn was. Within a few seconds, I had a line of kids waiting for me to cut off the worm-devoured part of their ear of corn so that they could begin to devour the rest. By the time we went back inside, every child’s face was decorated with corn kernels.
Last week working in the garden, I had a child ask me if he could pick some corn. I told him that he could, but to prepare himself because in addition to families eating from the garden, we also had plenty of pests that had been enjoying the produce all summer. In fact, had yet to shuck an ear of corn and not encounter a fat and happy earworm eating his way into oblivion. Sure enough, there was a worm in the ear he picked. To my surprise, he was not repulsed and simply suggested we cut away the part the worm had eaten. We cut it off and he began to eat the corn right off the cob, unintentionally making it clear to the other kids how juicy and tasty the corn was. Within a few seconds, I had a line of kids waiting for me to cut off the worm-devoured part of their ear of corn so that they could begin to devour the rest. By the time we went back inside, every child’s face was decorated with corn kernels.