It’s Not All Puppies and Kittens

An apple a daykeeps the doctor away ….or is it 10 000 cobs of corn in a box, 10 000 cobs of corn, take one down and pass it around…  you’ve still got lots of corn.  I will explain later. 

First, since my last post was so very long ago let me update you with some random thoughts:

• I was recently a bridesmaid for my dear cousin at her wedding. After spending several months feeling like an ineffective attendant (after all, I only really turned up to events when I was told, I didn’t actually organise anything) I managed to save the wedding with minutes to spare. How you ask? With my awesomely fantastic surgeon skills.  But really, how? If I told you, I would have to kill you. 
• I’ve lost my cat spey mojo and I am sad.
• I’m still yet to understand why grown men, particularly those of considerable age and wisdom (it’s un-PC to refer to them as ‘old’,  right?) will happily inform you that their dog is ‘a grumpy old codger” then think it’s a grand idea to restrain it by jamming it’s head in their crotch. Yeah, you do that. 
• Endearing consult of the week. Health check of two guinea pigs. Bought by small child. Found by child’s mother 3 days later. Living happily. In the child’s pencil case. Really hard not to laugh. Guinea pigs are unscatched except for an incident with a green crayon, hopefully that’s only temporary. Child may not be allowed out alone again until the age of 30.    
• Happiness is… garage sale loot. 
•  I’ve been told that my expectations are too high if I expect that the average person could reasonably know or even just guess that some physiological processes are common to all mammals. Perhaps ‘mammals’ is just too complicated. Or perhaps it’s the reproduction part that is so hard to understand. Birds. Bees. Boys. Girls. C’mon, even bogans manage to make it work!
• I wonder whether losing my copy of Sense and Sensibility is something of an omen, given that I discovered it’s absence after a particularly crazy few days at work. Is there hope for me yet? 
• High heels are hazardous to ones health. After 2 weeks, I still have a tingly big toe. 
• Some things are hard to explain. Pigs in blankets. Devils on horseback. Dogs in jumpers. Am yet to completely comprehend dogs in underwear. It’s wrong, on so many levels. 

Moving on…

Last Saturday, my dear OH, ever willing for  a spot of adventure, decided that shoving me out of bed at 6:45am on a Saturday morning after I’d just work 8 out of the last 9 days, was a good idea. As it turned out, it wasn’t such a bad idea but that’s completely beside the point. 

So we toddled off to the markets, the swap meet sucked but I was allowed to wander through the Grower’s Markets.  Not being one to pass up a bargain, I ended up with a  pumpkin. And a pineapple. And some asparagus. And a box of apples….and an entire box of corn. Practicalities of an entire box of corn aside, how could you see it for sale for $5 and just leave it there. So on the premise that I would work out something to do with all the corn, we left with a box of corn. Did I mention that’s a lot of corn?

Corn. Lots of corn.

With Google as a trusty companion I set about determining what to actually do with it all. Apparently blanching, cooling, chopping and freezing is the go, so that’s what I did. The end result of 2 hours effort, $5 and 40 odd cobs of corn….

Now… did I mention there were apples? This is really just an excuse for me to prove that I was allowed to touch MrIT’s magical camera and also managed to take a reasonable shot, just like you might find on an actual food blog. Or not.  

And so, after one too many glasses of fermented grape juice, I think that is the end.