Corn on the Cob

One of the things I like about summer is eating fresh, sweet, corn on the cob.  Taking that first bite never fails to differ each time. The kernels pop inside my mouth, corn gets stuck in my teeth and the juice ends up spraying someone sitting the farthest from me.  The response is always the same “Did you just spit on me?” “No. But my corn did.” Followed by lots and lots of laughter, more corn eating and teeth picking.

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