We always dump the husks over the fence, and, if the cows arenowhere in sight as is the case above, we call "Here Hommi, Hommi,
Hommi!" You are incredulous, right: "You say what?!" As far as the
origin of the call is concerned, all I can tell you is that Mom taught it
to us, and it is supposed to be Pennsylvania Dutch (unrecognizable
Pennsylvania Dutch, I am sure.)
Pennsylvania Dutch, I am sure.)
It worked...about half an hour after we called them.
The corn actually fell into this pattern unaided when I was
getting it out of the boiling water.
Cream it...
...then bag it for the freezer.
Last, but certainly not least, comes eating fresh corn-on-the-cob!
We don't just eat it with the traditional butter and salt; we love it
best with - prepare to be shocked - mayonnaise! I don't doubt you are
horrified - most folks are. Apparently it is unheard of, as I have never met anyone besides relatives who do it. If you eat it this way or know of anyone who does, please let me know. I still haven't given up on finding somebody who sympathizes with our peculiar tastes.
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The corn actually fell into this pattern unaided when I was
getting it out of the boiling water.
Come on, you're pulling our leg!
Mayonnaise????
[shocked silence] I never even thought of such a thing. But now that I think about it, it almost makes sense. Butter is white and smooth, and so is mayonnaise... and ... uh... uh... (Hang on, I'm not sure where I was going with that line of thought, it doesn't make as much sense now as it did when I first thought of it.)
Ahh, freezing corn! What memories that brings to mind, and some not too distant ones either! You did a great chronicling the process, the flavor of home frozen corn can't be beat.
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