We have some great friends that live on a farm and they graciously invited us to come pick their sweet corn. We thought it be a great family adventure...we loaded up the buckets and Alison pulled on her cowgirl boots.
Well, adventure it was.
Eli is deathly afraid of dogs and like every good farm, this one has one.
He quickly became a crying leach.
Colin, on the other hand, felt right at home. He crawled around that field like he owned it, eating every weed and pile of dirt he could find.
We picked 3 buckets of corn!
Once the dogs were gone, Eli loved helping with the corn extravaganza.
I shucked and he built castles with the corn that needed to be washed.
We've had corn on the cob at least 4 times and this is what went in the freezer:
looks like I won't be buying corn for a very.long.time.
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