Oh, come on. I’m my father’s daughter. I couldn’t pass that up.
You know who loves corn? My weird kid. He begs for it, and when I bring it home from the grocery store, will eat it raw off of the cob! (Although he does prefer it cooked). Once I’ve cooked up a half-dozen ears, he’ll spend the next few days eating them as snacks until they’ve all been consumed.
This picture kills me. I had to include it twice.