Showing posts with label supper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label supper. Show all posts

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Roastin' Ears

And don't you dare call them Corn on the Cob. Any self-respecting person who has roots in the corn belt knows that these here are called "roastin' ears". I always think of a farm wife, not unlike my grandmas or the mister's grandma, loading a big roaster with ears of corn for the hired men, hungry from a morning's work from the field and ready to eat dinner, not lunch. Farmers don't eat lunch at noon or dinner in the evening. No, no, no. The noon meal is always dinner and the evening meal is supper.
Anyway, you can take the girl away from the farm, but....well, you know the rest:
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