I love corn. I love summer when corn on the cob is plentiful and sweet. Unfortunately, Ryan does not share my love. He likes it, but that's it. When we first got married, he thought we ate corn excessively. Twice a week excessive? Not in my book. We have compromised some, but really he just smiles now when we have corn and doesn't say much. But now that we have kids, my side is winning the corn frequency debate. Marielle and Jenna love corn. The love comes early and stays. And since the girls shop with me we really can't get out of the grocery store without grabbing a few ears. Especially when they are on sale.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
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You're so weird. Corn's okay, and all, but...
Just kidding. You should visit one of Bobby Flay's restaurants in NY. I hear they are big on corn.
We had grilled corn last night and it was like candy. Seriously, so, so good. Frequency of something that tastes like candy for dinner? Hmmm...
We're corn lovers here too. Your girls are getting so big. They're beautiful!!!
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