I saw this link earlier today, and it made me go out and buy a pound of candy corn on lunch. I am going to eat it all, because I have poor impulse control, and then feel sooooooo sick.
Your urban sheltering is adorable. As a native midwesterner, surrounded by ACTUAL corn, this is neither news, nor shocking.
All of this. I lived across the road from a farm, and played flashlight tag in the corn nearly every summer. One becomes familiar with this hearty grain and its characteristics in the Midwest.
Your urban sheltering is adorable. As a native midwesterner, surrounded by ACTUAL corn, this is neither news, nor shocking.
All of this. I lived across the road from a farm, and played flashlight tag in the corn nearly every summer. One becomes familiar with this hearty grain and its characteristics in the Midwest.
All of this. I lived across the road from a farm, and played flashlight tag in the corn nearly every summer. One becomes familiar with this hearty grain and its characteristics in the Midwest.
I have never seen it presented that way, although I knew that the individual pieces resembled kernels.
My farm-raised H would be so disappointed in me. But not as disappointed in me as he was when I sent him a picture of a baby goat and asked if it was a baby cow.