Corn on the Cob...

There's something about corn on the cob that whisks me back to childhood. I can clearly remember being sent outside with a dozen ears of corn and a brown paper bag to husk it. I would sit in the swing that my grandfather had built as a surprise for my grandmother and happily peel back those green leaves and make sure that not a single hair remained on it. Yes, I was a perfectionist even then... My grandfather is gone now and so is that swing...My grandmother sold the cabin a few years ago and while I think she may have taken the swing down, it no longer sits outside the gingerbread cottage where I spent many a happy summer's day, just shucking corn.