Today I have completed my favorite chore of summer -- freezing fresh corn. Jim brought sweet corn home today, and I went right to work. I love corn, and I can't stand the thought of wasting a bit.
I'm reminded of a situation I found myself in many years ago. We had sons about 9 and 12, and they both played baseball on teams at the Nashville Boys Club. It was the final weekend of the season. Evidently they were having a tournament because there were several games on Saturday. Then Sunday afternoon we were having our younger son's team mates and families over to the house for ice cream and cookies.
That particular Saturday Jim's father (who lived in Shelbyville) showed up fairly early with his brother and sister-in-law from Manchester. The uncle had a towsack (burlap bag) of fresh corn for us. That bag probably stood 3-1/2 to 4 feet tall. We are talking a lot of corn. Remember, this is the day all of those baseball games were scheduled. I never missed our sons' games, not even the day I had a wisdom tooth cut out, so I left the corn at home and went to the games.
When we got home, I started in on the corn. Thank goodness Jim shucks and cleans the corn fairly well before passing it on to me. He did it then and still does. In those days I only knew to blanche it on the stove. Evidently I didn't own a microwave or didn't know how much easier it made the process. I worked on corn until 2 am. Then I had to clean the kitchen. After all, company was coming that afternoon. They didn't care that I had worked all night on corn.
We survived the weekend and enjoyed corn all during the winter. I was really glad to see Monday morning so I could go to work and get some rest.