Corn on the Cob

Corn on the Cob

I think dinner was okay last night, at least bro didn't reach for the peanut butter and bread. We had pan fried pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, pan-fried breaded squash, and corn on the cob.

Every time I have corn on the cob, I'm reminded of a time when the kids were little and we went home to visit my parents on their small farm in Comanche, Oklahoma. Driving up to the house, I saw a beautiful, green, luscious field of corn.

I told Daddy that my mouth was watering for an ear of corn and could we have some for dinner. He said (as he was laughing), "Well, sister, I planted that corn for the hogs and cows, but if you want some, go out there and pick some. It's not sweet corn, but it's good." He continued to laugh. We didn't have corn on the cob for dinner. I wasn't going to eat hog food! That's for sure!

We did have fried okra, squash, and tomatoes from Mama's garden, which eased my disappointment, but I never forgot the sight of that cornfield. The stalks must have been six-feet tall, or taller, and a beautiful green, a forest, really. As a kid, I could have gotten lost in that forest and eaten my fill of corn...if only it were sweet corn and not hog food.