Corn!

Growing up, my grandparents would always come visit us with bags and bags and bags full of freshly picked corn on the cob. Then us kids--me and my 4 brothers--would stand outside the front of the house husking a dozen or more ears of corn for dinner. Mmm, sweet corn.

Last night, R had her first corn on the cob. We weren't intending to give her the cob--originally we just cut off some of the kernels and put them on her tray. But she wasn't having any of it and started pointing and yelling for the cob itself when watching us eat our corn. She LOVED it, and ate it every which way, after inspecting it carefully, of course.