Oh, the memories you inspire. My father had a chaste relationship with the farmer's wife on the way into Spring Lake, Mi, where, not unlike Lake Wobegon, 'nature smiles for seven miles'. On his way home after a few nights on the road he would pick up a dozen ears of corn picked that morning. Supper would be a small salad and corn like I've never quite replicated since. Thank you, again!
You are lucky if you think all this is happening so the elderly can become even elderlier (yes, I see the red underline alert that this is a misspelled word, but I like it). The new budget is designed to solve that concern. Life expectancy will be significantly shorter.
You are lucky if you think all this is happening so the elderly can live to be even older. The new budget is designed to solve that concern. Life expectancy will be significantly shorter.
How about the "helpful" person who shouts "Are you all right?" when you stumble a teensy bit on a step. How "helpful" to call attention to a minor misstep! On the other hand, when someone asks "Can I help you carry that?" the answer is yes. --Signed, an old person.
Thanks for making me laugh. And for making me cry.
Your experiencs in stores, and with technology, made me laugh. I bet you never thought you would be writing science fiction, did you? Seems that writing about modern life, and projecting into the future a month, or two, and you are basically writing science fiction. Simply amazing. And if you are 65+ it is a little scary. But you took the edge off it and you made me laugh. Thanks.
I grew up in the Midwest too, and in general people from Illinois know good sweet corn. Especially people like me that have a degree in agriculture. Well, I live not far from New Orleans now. And the state of corn on the cob down here makes me cry. The food in New Orleans is better than any other place I have been. Hands down. Period. Simply amazing. With one exception, and that is corn on the cob.
I think they start out with feed corn. You know, that corn that is TOTALLY tasteless and is normally fed to beef cows. Or maybe they start with that frozen corn. I don't know, they use whichever one is worse. And then they boil it in spicy water for about 2-3 hours. To the point that the kernels are as mushy as warm pudding. If it was not for the bulbs of garlic that usually accompany the corn (which are simply amazing), I would probably just walk away from these boiling pots when I see them.
I miss the super sweet corn we used to get up north. You cook it long enough to get it warm, but not too much in fear that it might lose some of its sweetness. And when it is done, sweet and very crispy!!! And of course you have to put too much butter, too much salt, and the right amount of fresh ground pepper to make it perfect!!
Damn. Where am I going to find sweet corn this weekend in Southern Louisiana? Well not sure, but that is my focus!!
Have a thoughtful Memorial Day, and thanks again Garrison!!!
After microwaving your sweet corn, cut off the big end, grab it by the silks & part of the husk and give it a few shakes downward. Voila! The ear will slide out with few it no silk hairs. It is magic and takes some practice but not much
Read this commentary while sitting out in the back yard with my cats and enjoying the sunrise. Loved every bit of the your read. I started out with a chuckle which turned into a lough out loud. Looked ip to catch my breath and saw neighbors looking over at me. I asked them if they were familiar with your work. They replied no. I said you have no idea what you're missing. Maybe they are too young to get it. Glad I have the privilege. Thanks Garrison.
Garrison gives us heartfelt real life, comments and observations, plus the best comedy. I agree they are not really paying attention. Maybe they are too distracted with false reality or something IDK.😔 Too bad.
I took the 4 year old grandson into McDonalds last week. I'm old enough to remember when it was a happy cheerful place. I walked up to the counter to order, and there was nobody to take my order in spite of a dozen employees rushing around in the kitchen. Finally, I asked a joyless guy who looked like a manager if he could take my order, he grimaced and asked if I had placed my order on the kiosk behind me? No, I replied. "Let me know if you need help" was his response. We left the cold sterile environment and headed across the street for Chick Fil A.
Loved this one - and ohhhh, the memories......... and these days, yes - far too much 'interference' in the stores for this shopper. No matter the clearing there might be at the self-checkouts, this semi-handicapped individual still insists on a *real* checkout individual. They're often the only 'social life' found these days - and I'd like to smile and brighten their day just a little bit, too. Thank you for the fuel for that - and I will now be adding fresh sweet corn to the next list :-)
My wife grew up in rural upstate New York. She fondly remembers having meals of just sweet corn with her folks. The soil in that area of New York produced some delightful tasting vegetables.
Good morning!
You haven’t lived unless you have seen the corn palace in Mitchell, SD!
…and the plethora of fireworks stores!
Due to climate change, it will soon need to be renamed Popcorn Palace.
“With ev'ry step I take
Let this be my solemn vow
To take each moment and live
Each moment in peace eternally
Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me.”🎼👨🌾 Thank you Garrison.
Keep the peace best you can.
Oh, the memories you inspire. My father had a chaste relationship with the farmer's wife on the way into Spring Lake, Mi, where, not unlike Lake Wobegon, 'nature smiles for seven miles'. On his way home after a few nights on the road he would pick up a dozen ears of corn picked that morning. Supper would be a small salad and corn like I've never quite replicated since. Thank you, again!
This 86 year old thinks, "You still got it, Garrison."
You are lucky if you think all this is happening so the elderly can become even elderlier (yes, I see the red underline alert that this is a misspelled word, but I like it). The new budget is designed to solve that concern. Life expectancy will be significantly shorter.
Of course. Saving the $$$ that would out to people who have worked all their lives and paid in. Sadly, not surprising.
You are lucky if you think all this is happening so the elderly can live to be even older. The new budget is designed to solve that concern. Life expectancy will be significantly shorter.
August is definitely a better time to buy corn than the end of May, even in New York.
How about the "helpful" person who shouts "Are you all right?" when you stumble a teensy bit on a step. How "helpful" to call attention to a minor misstep! On the other hand, when someone asks "Can I help you carry that?" the answer is yes. --Signed, an old person.
Thanks for making me laugh. And for making me cry.
Your experiencs in stores, and with technology, made me laugh. I bet you never thought you would be writing science fiction, did you? Seems that writing about modern life, and projecting into the future a month, or two, and you are basically writing science fiction. Simply amazing. And if you are 65+ it is a little scary. But you took the edge off it and you made me laugh. Thanks.
I grew up in the Midwest too, and in general people from Illinois know good sweet corn. Especially people like me that have a degree in agriculture. Well, I live not far from New Orleans now. And the state of corn on the cob down here makes me cry. The food in New Orleans is better than any other place I have been. Hands down. Period. Simply amazing. With one exception, and that is corn on the cob.
I think they start out with feed corn. You know, that corn that is TOTALLY tasteless and is normally fed to beef cows. Or maybe they start with that frozen corn. I don't know, they use whichever one is worse. And then they boil it in spicy water for about 2-3 hours. To the point that the kernels are as mushy as warm pudding. If it was not for the bulbs of garlic that usually accompany the corn (which are simply amazing), I would probably just walk away from these boiling pots when I see them.
I miss the super sweet corn we used to get up north. You cook it long enough to get it warm, but not too much in fear that it might lose some of its sweetness. And when it is done, sweet and very crispy!!! And of course you have to put too much butter, too much salt, and the right amount of fresh ground pepper to make it perfect!!
Damn. Where am I going to find sweet corn this weekend in Southern Louisiana? Well not sure, but that is my focus!!
Have a thoughtful Memorial Day, and thanks again Garrison!!!
After microwaving your sweet corn, cut off the big end, grab it by the silks & part of the husk and give it a few shakes downward. Voila! The ear will slide out with few it no silk hairs. It is magic and takes some practice but not much
I can't wait to try this!
Use an oven mitt or dish towel to hold the hot husk
Read this commentary while sitting out in the back yard with my cats and enjoying the sunrise. Loved every bit of the your read. I started out with a chuckle which turned into a lough out loud. Looked ip to catch my breath and saw neighbors looking over at me. I asked them if they were familiar with your work. They replied no. I said you have no idea what you're missing. Maybe they are too young to get it. Glad I have the privilege. Thanks Garrison.
Some people don't get it. I suspect they're not really paying attention.
Garrison gives us heartfelt real life, comments and observations, plus the best comedy. I agree they are not really paying attention. Maybe they are too distracted with false reality or something IDK.😔 Too bad.
If you come up to Anoka, we can fix you some real nice corn on the cob with real butter
I took the 4 year old grandson into McDonalds last week. I'm old enough to remember when it was a happy cheerful place. I walked up to the counter to order, and there was nobody to take my order in spite of a dozen employees rushing around in the kitchen. Finally, I asked a joyless guy who looked like a manager if he could take my order, he grimaced and asked if I had placed my order on the kiosk behind me? No, I replied. "Let me know if you need help" was his response. We left the cold sterile environment and headed across the street for Chick Fil A.
Mmmmm. Corn porn!
I love to close my eyes and listen to your stories. Thank you for letting us tag along all these years. ❤️
Loved this one - and ohhhh, the memories......... and these days, yes - far too much 'interference' in the stores for this shopper. No matter the clearing there might be at the self-checkouts, this semi-handicapped individual still insists on a *real* checkout individual. They're often the only 'social life' found these days - and I'd like to smile and brighten their day just a little bit, too. Thank you for the fuel for that - and I will now be adding fresh sweet corn to the next list :-)
Good Morning.
My wife grew up in rural upstate New York. She fondly remembers having meals of just sweet corn with her folks. The soil in that area of New York produced some delightful tasting vegetables.