I killed the mouse

My pc mouse dies, and I didn't get into the city until this morning. So those of you that where concerned that I might have died in a corn canning accident, rest assured.

I did post today, about altering wine bottles here.

Tomorrow I am picking peaches in Eden.

The Art of Corn Freezing, by the kernel

Hello, Kernel O. Corn here. You might remember me from such movies as Children of the Corn, King Corn, and Hybrid. These days I have taken a more serious roll in feeding your families, your livestock and even powering your cars. Today however I wish to broach on a subject that is crucially important to not only me, but to those families out there that wish to preserve my greatness.

Early in my youth, I discovered that I didn't care for freezing, as I baby you could place me in a freezer, and I would hold up just fine. But any older then that, and I would just emerge looking like I had gone out on a bender. But as an adult, freezing doesn't bother me as much. It's those knives that really grate my skin.

Long pinkie nails are for coke, long thumb nails are for corn. When you get through with me, and you see a person with 1 long thumb nail, you will be able to nod, and tell them that you understand, and it will all be over with soon. Since knives and fancy corn slicers tend to ripe at my flesh, I find comfort in that home preserver that is willing to get down and dirty, by slowly plucky 1 kernel off at a time. Yes, it does get under the nails, yes, one can explode on you. But with the limited amount of seemingly unreachable silk, and cob that you will find in the endeavour can be worth it. Ask my friend Phelan that has a gallon of perfect kernels in her freezer.

Once I have been removed, rinse me, and place me in the freezer on a piece of parchment paper, in a single depth. I suggest doing only a pound or 2 at a time, so that you don't run out of freezer room too quickly. After about an hour or so, you can place me in a container. After several hours, I should be nice and froze. Ready for just about anything.

This has been Kernel O. Corn, wishing you a sweet filled corny day.

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I see through corn colored glasses

Corn is beautiful. Until you have to spend hours processing it. Then it is the monster under the bed and you want to run screaming from it. Trust me when I say, running away screaming doesn't get the corn processed any quicker. Only causes the neighbors to talk about you a little bit more, and in harsher whispers.

The mineral oil on the silk trick did wonders for my corn this year. I have a sack full of gorgeously perfect corn in my freezer. However, the sneaky buggers went in through the side of a lot more of the corn. Organic growing can be a big old pain in the rear at times. My corn with the worm tracks through them must be cut away and the perfect kernels need to be canned. Oh what joy! I am just giddy with excitement, can you tell. Stupid silk that never seems to completely go away, fancy devices that are suppose to help things go easier, and back burning labor, even if you aren't doing any heavy lifting.

Corn is overrated.

I purchased a corn cutter. It is this yellow thing, with a metal band with one side serrated. This is suppose to make the work quicker and easier. But only if you want cream corn. The package doesn't tell you that one. What you need to do is pound a nail into a piece of wood, where the nail sticks out a few inches on the other side. Now jab your cob down onto that nail. This will help stabilize the corn. Now start creaming, by twisting the device back and forth. And try not to let the tears blur your vision as you see half of the kernel still stuck on the cob.

3 Tbs butter
3 Tbs flour
3 1/2 cups room temp whole milk
3 cups corn
salt and ground white pepper to taste

Melt butter in a large pan, stir in flour. Add the milk slowly, stirring with whisk until completely blended, bring to a gentle roll and thicken. Add corn, simmer 3 minutes. salt and white pepper to taste.

Tomorrow? More corn.

When it rains around here, it doesn't sprinkle.

All the chicks I ordered from McMurray died. So. . . I ordered through Ridgeway. I got 25 straight run Leghorns. They are a few weeks old, and looks like only 4 of them are roosters. The Bantams I ordered from McMurray are doing just fine.

Not much else to tell you about this weekend. My mother and stepfather came out. My stepfather did some welding, while my mother and I hung out. She did some crocheting and I shucked corn, lots of corn. We talked about the cows and grilled dinner outside. It was a pleasant day for being 103F outside.

I have a lot of corn to process today. Guess what the topic will be tomorrow.