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Mmm mmmmm! I don't know about anywhere else, but corn on the cob is a 'thing' here. Every year, we wait impatiently for those first ears of corn to ripen. The first corn on the cob of the season hit the outdoor kiosks this past week and is it ever good! I always frequent one family's kiosks as they only sell Jubilee corn on the cob, the absolute best and sweetest.

Even when I was a little girl, Dad & Mom would load all five of us kids up in the station wagon and head out to the valley (where I live now) to buy Jubilee corn. Sure, I've had other corn, peaches and cream, which is very prevalent here, but it doesn't compare to the Jubilee. The route I take for my bike ride is full of cornfields now, although I think much of it is 'cow' corn - completely different from the Jubilee, although I think the cows enjoy theirs as much as I enjoy mine.

I used to strip the husks off the corn and boil it like my Mom used to, but found barbecuing it in it's husk far more flavourful. That first mouthful of corn tonight, I'm sure my tastebuds were having an o*gasm. Juicy, super sweet, firm but not tough. There's absolutely nothing like it.

It looks like the vegetable du jour will be corn on the cob until we can't get it anymore (September), and I'm sick of it (I don't think there is such a thing). Tonight's dinner, bbq'd ribs and corn on the cob. Now that's a meal!

So, we all have experienced that situation, where you're lying in bed thinking about this and that. World politics, pretty girls, our workplaces... And so it goes.
And so a man gets to thinking, I'm not exactly hungry right now but at the same time I wouldnt mind something to eat. Like not a huge meal, and not a chocolate bar either. Various thoughts run by, various things are considered like maybe a bowl of ice cream, some instant noodles, or maybe sardines on toast. Its like a complicated jigsaw puzzle and the pieces dont quite match up.
Like a bolt of lightning when you're out playing golf, it hits you. A blindingly obvious epiphany strikes like a coiled up cobra, as you remember there's a jar of Greek olives in the cupboard. Its a cold night and you dont want to get out of the warm bed to go to the kitchen, but like an unwanted erection the more you think of it the harder it gets.
After some time, you decide to have a few bongs to try and straighten up a bit, but that niggling thought about the olives has taken hold. You put your favourite Enya album on and crank the volume to the maximum, but its still not sufficient to stop your mind racing, thinking about those little black salty treats. You have a few more bongs and pace up and down the hallway, trying to think of reasons why not to hook in, but your inner self is justifying why you should hook in. Sure, everybody else is doing it, you're not harming anybody else, if it was such a major problem olives would be illegal right?

So you roll over languorously, after deciding you will maybe open the olive jar and just sample the liquid. Whats the harm? nobody will notice a tiny bit of liquid missing from a jar of olives, surely. If its a major drama, you can always backfill the jar with cold tea and nobody will be any the wiser.
So you head straight for the kitchen and grab the olive jar firmly. There's a reassuring snap as you crack the seal, and like a bogan leaving a tattoo parlour you realise there's no going back.
You inhale the vapours, thinking of Thessalonika or wherever they make olives, and gingerly taste the fluid. You roll it over your tongue like a hairdresser at a wine tasting, nodding slowly and moaning with pleasure.
So you quickly put the jar back and go back to bed. But you toss and turn and just cant sleep, knowing those greasy little berries are wiggling their backsides at you, more or less.
So you decide enough is enough, and race back to the kitchen with your eyes bulging out like a madman. Throwing all caution to the wind, you clumsily grab the jar in desperation, breaking a few jars of pasta sauce in your haste. Discarding the lid you raise the jar to your lips, the liquid running down both sides of your chin and all over your chest. You know from past experiences how badly olive juices stain the carpet, but you're past the point of caring now.
You chomp those Mediterranean morsels like they're about to be prohibited, eventually you rest against the kitchen bench, totally spent. The jar is empty now, you even used a chopstick to get a few that rolled under the stove, and now all you can think to do is hide the evidence and pretend nothing ever happened.

Thanks to a great suggestion from Molly I watched several you tube videos on how to make cheese. It looked so simple. I ran to the store and got some goat's milk for goat cheese which my Daddy loves.

I thought I followed the video but my batch did not curdle like it was supposed to. If it did I would have taken the curds out (which is the cheese) and the rest of the liquid is the whey which I would have thrown away. HOWEVER, I learned the whey if very healthy and can be used in smoothies, soups or throw on plants for fertilizer as it is full of nutrients. I love learning stuff like that.

Well my first batch total failure except I made some liquid for the compost patch and I will save some for some chicken broth. I'm guessing I didn't let the milk get hot enough.

I have to take go pickup Mom for an errand in a little bit so I will stop and buy more milk then try again later.

It seems like I have to fail my first try everytime I try something new. pfffft

A friend texted me a recipe not long ago and I wasted half a day scouring the shops for an ovenproof fish. By the time I realised it was a mistake I had lost my appetite.

It's a good job I think the world of the friend in question.

This is MY top 12 list,
it's somewhat acceptable,
if YOUR list is different.

#12 Plum

#11 Apricot

#10 Strawberry

#9 Blackberry

#8 Papaya

#7 Kiwi

#6 Orange

#5 Raspberry

#4 Cherry

#3 Watermelon

#2 Peach

and

#1. Mango

If Zucchini noodles are Zoodles does that make Potato noodles Poodles?

At one and the same time the most boring, yet potentially most useful, blog I have ever posted.

Those who know their onions eggs can please add their own vital tips for the culinarily-challenged (which includes me)

Fresh eggs drop to the bottom of a glass or bowl of water and lie on their side

Not so fresh, still edible, eggs will drop to the bottom and stand on end

Stale eggs float. Save for throwing at politicians. Do not tell anyone I said you should.

A hardboiled egg in its shell can be kept for up to a week in the fridge

If you can’t remember which eggs are raw and which are hardboiled, a hardboiled egg, if you spin it like a top, spins far faster than an uncooked egg.

Freeze eggs by breaking them into a muffin tin, large ice-cube tray, or their own plastic container if they came in plastic. Once frozen solid you can pop them out and bag them for up to a year in the freezer.

The only thing a defrosted egg doesn’t do as well as a fresh egg is separate, so you could also freeze the yolks and the whites separately.

Egg yolk is good for shampooing hair and egg whites are a good face mask.

Want to know the difference between involved and committed? Look at a plate of bacon and eggs. The hen is involved. The pig is committed.


Okay the last was a joke, the rest is solid gold, even if you knew it all already. And in case you're wondering why my sudden mad fascination with eggs, I bought a half-dozen yesterday, got them home and realized I already had a dozen in the fridge. Not taking a shopping list on my weekly shop is costing me a fortune.

More common than we think. In the USA, some 30K cases yearly, with up to 10% being fatal ! Well, after a lunch at a street vendor's truck this week, it hit me hard. Cholera style watery stool trips to the crapper, head ache, mild fever, tiredness and belly discomfort. These usually resolve on their own with no treatment, other than rest and not eating. Gradual progression of diet to clear liquids, and so on. But on the good side of things, I've lost almost 10 pounds, and still have little appetite. Aa-V.

We have all probably eaten pies containing bits of human, now Scientists are combining human and pie DNA.

A Dr.Gregg has managed to not only combine human and pie DNA but has used his knowledge of genome and computer programming to upload human female DNA into a chicken and mushroom pasty, Her name is Annie and she had exhibited some PMS symptoms that Dr.Gregg has solved by being nice and pouring real gravy over her, she is calm and her skin is not flaking much now.

NASA’s Mars project will be manned by a Pieanaut who is a human/sausage roll hybrid named Carlos, he is currently undergoing extensive training and will soon be frozen and sent to Mars to form a new colony.

Here on Earth it won’t be long before we see pie/human babies growing up amongst us.
Naturally there has been some outrage:-

Sister Bidet-loo from the Holy something or other shouted with anger at the news before walking back into traffic and washing windscreens with her habit.

A Mr. Trump issued an executive order banning all pies from entering his Country. (although pies are welcome in California)

The EU issued a statement saying that Pies will now be given the same rights as cakes, Antelopes and Mobile phone companies.

The world is changing, are you ready?

May sound a lot like Toasted ham and cheese. But take my word for it they taste nothing alike