We went to a cookout on Memorial Day so I made a little creamed corn, something we ate a lot of growing up in Georgia. Thirty-six ears to shuck and no help anywhere to be found.
So I pulled up a chair on my new almost finished patio, got my iPod out, and got to work. Here they are cleaned and ready to cut off the cob.
It took me 45 minutes to scrape the corn and boy did it make a mess. I had corn juice everywhere.
Add a little butter and call me Paula!
The final product was delicious ... we all pigged out.
So I pulled up a chair on my new almost finished patio, got my iPod out, and got to work. Here they are cleaned and ready to cut off the cob.
It took me 45 minutes to scrape the corn and boy did it make a mess. I had corn juice everywhere.
Add a little butter and call me Paula!
The final product was delicious ... we all pigged out.
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