Wednesday, May 28, 2008

The New Adventures of Corn Dog

I know you all are anxious to hear about Oliver's party, how packing and loading and cleaning went, yada, yada, yada...But instead, I'm going to talk about corn. Yes, you read that correctly. Instead of writing about any of the many important and relevant subjects concerning our imminent move to Dallas, I am devoting an entire blog post to the subject of corn.

One of the tasks we had to take on during that last week in the house was to empty the fridge, freezer, and cabinets as much as possible so that we wouldn't have to throw away tons of food when we left. That led to some creative meal planning, especially when it came to feeding Alex. On this particular evening, we had leftover Penguin Ed's, and I threw a couple of frozen ears of corn into the mix.

We set up the card table in the garage (nothin' but class for us Evanses), and when A got a little bored of his Ed's chicken and strawberries and started to get antsy, I handed him a corn cob that I had more or less picked clean. He wasn't sure what to do with it at first, but it didn't take long for him to catch on.

It's been a while since he's shown such an obvious affinity for a food, but as he devoured that corn cob, I imagined his thoughts went something like this: "Oh corn, sweet corn, where have you been all my life?"

Seriously, he was completely enamored of that corn cob, continued to nosh on it until Timothy and I had both finished our dinners and desserts, and when I tried to take it from him so I could clean him up and get him ready for bed, he tightened his fist around it and said something about having to pry it from his cold dead hands.

At that point, I pretty much decided that I needed to carry around an emergency corn cob kit at all times. Maybe those people at Gerber or MAM need to think about developing a corn cob-inspired pacifier. Mom, I'm thinking this may be a million dollar idea...

3 comments:

Oliver said...

LOVE it! Those pictures are great!! I'm not sure Oliver's had a corn cob...goodness, I feel like a bad mom now - like he's really been missing out. Don't worry, Oliver, you'll get a corn cob this summer!

leah said...

Thats my CORN-dog!! hehe He knows good food :)

Amy said...

Alex-your Great Aunt Suza is so so proud. You have found the meaning to life....