AW SHUCKS

My barter buddy stopped by yesterday and dropped off a BUSHEL of corn in exchange for eggs from the ladies.

So I got all deep South and I decided that, NO, we did not need to eat 24 ears of corn at one sitting. Instead, we would freeze it and save it for the winter!

I Googled. Then I called MK. And Daddy argued with her.

Here we go. I don't know how many ears of corn are in a bushel. But I think it's this many:

Aw shucks! Ha - get it? I made a lot of CORNY jokes. HA! Wheee...um, OK, this is a lot of work and IV conveniently decided to have a car race and bail on me:

Waiting to go hot tubbing in Grandma Oros' giant stuffed cabbage pot. Thank goodness I inherited it. You know, for times like these:

After 4 minutes in the hot tub, they went into the ice bath. Polar Bear Club style:

Whew, this is hard work. I need a watermelon snack...HEY!

The finished product, cut off the cob and frozen in airtight Ziploc bags. What, you don't have a monogrammed cutting board? That's sad for you:

The process made me feel resourceful. And very, very nerdy.

That's sort of defining for me.