I got a phone call this morning from the Hutterites, letting me know they had just picked the 20 dozen ears of sweet corn I had ordered. My five-year-old and I took a quick trip down the road to the colony, helped them stuff the ears into seven gunny sacks, and drove back home. The heavy sacks were carried in and stacked in our mud room. Then I had to leave for work.
Due to a family emergency, our night worker at the park is unable to come in, so I get to pull a 12-hour shift today (and probably tomorrow). Sweet corn needs to be processed within 48 hours of when it is picked. So guess what my wonderful hubby is doing today (and probably tomorrow)?
Shuck, blanch, cut, bag, freeze. Repeat.
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