Today's Wonder of the World is...Corn! Of All Kinds!
(Except the kind on people's feet. That's just gross.)
Sorry to put that image in your mind.
Here, replace it with this.
Flickr picture by the trusty yak.
I've had corn on the brain ever since my husband jetted off to France for a business trip WITHOUT ME (couldn't I have come in handy to hold his laptop, or eat his leftovers at those business lunches, or something?) Since I was abandoned, I took the kids to the beach to mooch off --I mean spend quality time with--their grandparents. (Thanks Mom and Dad!) The first night we were there, my mother made us sweet corn and it was HEAVENLY! (Not quite as heavenly as confit de canard, but maybe the next best thing.)
Don't think I'm a flake
but I'm crazy about corn.
Flickr photo by ms jiji
I love how the ears are tucked away like secret gifts in the cornfields, complete with fine silk tassels, just waiting to be unwrapped.
Flickr photo by disneymike
I also LOVE that they're called ears!
Flickr photo by Perry Gerenday Photography
I even love cornfields, though I probably shouldn't.
Flickr picture by walla2chick
My very first job other than babysitting was in cornfields like this. The summer before my senior year in high school, I worked for the soil science department at NCSU. My job was to assist a grad student who was doing soil moisture experiments in cornfields across North Carolina.
Wait! Don't you nod off! Read on!
It involves pain and agony and being cussed out!
I was the most nonathletic city girl you could imagine, and there I was, marching through cornfields at 4:30am (to avoid the 100 degree summer temps,) getting paper cuts on my eyelids from the corn leaves, wearing a hat full of melting ice to keep cool, and digging eighteen inch deep holes with an auger at every plot! I developed arm muscles for the first (and last) time in my life! And not only that, but it was also the first time I got cussed out for a solid 15 minutes, all because I tripped and dropped the sample box, dumping out tins full of soil from over 150 holes! Woo hoo me!
Other than being cussed out, that job was actually kind of fun.
At least I remember it that way, sitting here in the air conditioning.
Before I go on, you have to see this. I love veggies with faces. Like this alien corn spy in a trench coat.
Flickr picture by Sascha Grant
At least that's what it looks like to me.
Did you know that the French don't eat corn? Except on the salade Americaine! One of my neighbors once told me that's because they consider corn to be animal feed.
That's okay! There's more for the rest of us!
Sweet corn is just like candy.
Like candy corn!
Flickr picture by jen m stewart
When it comes to corn, it's hard not to eat too much.
Flickr picture by Gordon Iowa
Do they make NutraSystem for squirrels?
I wonder what he'd do with this?
Flickr picture by Vannah Von Terror
It's Corn-henge! In Dublin, Ohio!
And here's another corn monument! To Corn Maiden Pallatanga, in the Andes Mountains.
Flickr picture by llhuicarnina
Hey! See what she's standing on? It's a Corn-ucopia!
When it comes to monuments to corn, of course nothing compares to South Dakota's Corn Palace! We went when I was a kid.
Flickr picture by bp1101
Though I think the Marina City Towers in Chicago might compare.
Flickr picture by supernova9
Don't the two of these look like ears of corn?
I also like baby corn.
Flickr photo by elsacapuntas
No, not that kind! Though that baby is awfully cute!
I mean this!
Flickr photo by Kimke
Remember Tom Hanks in the movie Big? That was priceless.
Okay, that does it. I'm going to have to go buy some corn.
I wish we had one of these!
Flickr photo by Cunning Stunt
Have a Wonder-full Monday, y'all!