Last night, we had a real summer meal. Steaks on the grill. Corn on the cob. Strawberries for dessert.
As I ate the corn, I started thinking about an old babysitter of mine. I’ll call her Sara Silver (not her real name). First, let me tell you I haven’t seen this person since about 1970. What I remember was that she stayed with us when my parents went out of town. She was short. And she ate her corn on the cob one row at a time.
Seriously. Have you ever heard of such a thing?
It left the tidyest looking cobs I had ever seen.
I suppose I remember because it was so unusual. But I remember all sorts of things. And I remember most of our babysitters. (Maybe that’s why I am so picky about sitters for my kids!)
Some highlights:
- The tall guy who drank a gallon of milk each time he came. He made Jiffy Pop popcorn for us. He was really nice. He grew up to be an opera singer.
- The redhead who talked on the phone to her friends (and sister) all night. I think she even made us put ourselves to bed.
- The one who would trade extra time to stay up for scratching the back of her legs. I guess she couldn’t reach?
- The one who liked to do art projects with us. (I liked her best.)
But I digress. This post is about summer food, right? I am so excited for corn and tomatoes and watermelon and fresh herbs. And the farmers market started! Not only is that great for us but it also means that Gnightgirl will start posting her farmers market phots which I thoroughly enjoy! Yay!
The pool is open. Farmers market started.
It must be summer!
Finding Blanche 
Ooo, our market started a few weeks ago; I dashed in last week for asparagus and fresh mixed greens, but didn’t have time to take photos. I will, though, can hardly wait until Saturday morning rolls around!
You made me think of something so silly! Rich’s grandfather had NO teeth (he hated the feel of dentures) and when he ate corn on the cob (uh huh, really) he sucked that cob so clean we would all laugh. Thanks for a great post…isn’t Summer grand?
Paula 🙂
I don’t think I’ve ever really been to a farmers’ market. After reading your post, I definitely think I’ll check out the one in my neighborhood. Thanks for reminding me.
Yum. I’m not quite so meticulous when I eat corn on the cob, but Nature and Her creatures seem all the happier. Some unknown critter likes to take the corn on the cob out of our compost bin, drag the cobs into the cover of the raspberry bushes and clean the cobs of all edible residue. We find quite a collection of barren cobs each fall when the leaves die back on the raspberry plants.
Wendy, you reminded me of the scene in the movie “Big” with Tom Hanks, when he’s at a cocktail party, picks up one of those little tiny corns, and starts eating it like corn on the cob (hysterical). I love your posts. They are like a meandering ride through the recesses of your mind. (and I mean that in the most complimentary way)
Hey! I can do that thing with the corn (it comes naturally). one time i tried showing my mom how, but she couldn’t really get it right away. than she told me that story about the babysitter (same one, i guess- since you guys are sisters) for about the tenth time (okay, maybe I’m exaggerating). well, anyways, I can relate to your story!
Some of those make me scared about every getting a babysitter!! LOL Found you from Gnightgirl