Corn! Not Porn!

This is Yoshi's container garden. He has (left to right) tomatoes, tiny hot peppers, and corn. They have names and everything; the peppers were first, and are named Hank (Henry Rollins, go fig), the corn is Jonathan Davis (appropriate), and the tomatoes are Tomatoes. He's an ironic genius. Until today, the corn was two stalks. Here, you will notice it has one stalk, because we just ripped the sucker out. Why? It was done. It gave up its corny goodness and would produce no more, so we are giving the other stalk all the chances we can to give us corn. Apparently, we like our poo colorful.

So, here's the corn we picked today. Yoshi thought it was weird-looking, so we are preserving its weirdness in photo and blog form. We like weird at my house, even though we live in carbonless copy suburbia. Go see Over the Hedge; I live in that neighborhood, I swear. The place popped up overnight and every house is the same. Since we rent, we won't tear up the yard, hence the container garden, which produces weird-looking corn. Yoshi think the corn would be less weird-looking if it grew in the actual ground; maybe it knows it will move out of the 'burbs one day and into a home with a soul, and is acting out.Since I didn't know how long corn would live off the stalk and in the husk, I got Yoshi to shuck it. It smelled just like my childhood. I lived in Nebraska until I was 13. and driving through the countrysides there smelled exactly like shucking corn. Surprised? Neither am I.
I cut it off the cob, and noticed that with so much exposed endosperm, it would make great creamed corn. I am thinking of supplementing Yoshi's weird looking corn with store-bought fresh corn to make this. Or just cutting the recipe waaaaay down, and making the cornbread. I think I was a bit hasty with getting it off the cob. Yoshi does really like making up his own recipes, so we may just wing it. There's plenty more corn to grow.

This is what I am doing with my mental health day. I was going to knit, but nothing is calling my name right now. I considered going to Cocoa Beach to check out a yarn shop I haven't been to yet, but have no partner for a short road trip. And I can't be spending anyway, because I have to save up for Rhinebeck and I may be unemployed.

My GM called me at home today and told me how much he loves me working for him, and that if I need anything I should just ask. They really want me to stay at my job. Hell, I really want to stay at my job, just to avoid the hassle of breaking in a new job. So, I don't really know what to do. Think I'll wait till the weekend is over and see how I feel.

In the meantime, I am faking Jewish with corn.