81. 29.03.2012 Last year’s corn.
Corn on the cob. What’s the point of it? Unless you are eight feet tall, have a fetish for leotards made from generic leaves and stand around with your hands on your hips laughing hysterically at bugger only knows, you probably can’t see the point in it either.
Now, without been too crass, we all know what happens when you eat corn whether it’s buttered, barbequed, grilled or popped, the results are always the same. Yes, you get bits stuck under your plates. That’s why old people want to see it made illegal. The other thing that happens is... well... they just shoot straight through you with alarming speed and come out at the other end looking not much dissimilar than when they went in. Just like something that Jeremy Clarkson might rave on about, just like the latest Hyunshitsi whatever, they can get up to 0 to 50 in ten seconds. To put that into digestive terms, you could have a nicely roasted corn on the cob for your main course and by the time you’re pointing at the cake of your choice on the sweet trolley, they’ll be all lined up ready and waiting in the departure lounge. A bit like packed suitcases in a hallway just before the taxi comes to take you to the airport. And they’ll be raring to go. As will you.
Now, without been too crass, we all know what happens when you eat corn whether it’s buttered, barbequed, grilled or popped, the results are always the same. Yes, you get bits stuck under your plates. That’s why old people want to see it made illegal. The other thing that happens is... well... they just shoot straight through you with alarming speed and come out at the other end looking not much dissimilar than when they went in. Just like something that Jeremy Clarkson might rave on about, just like the latest Hyunshitsi whatever, they can get up to 0 to 50 in ten seconds. To put that into digestive terms, you could have a nicely roasted corn on the cob for your main course and by the time you’re pointing at the cake of your choice on the sweet trolley, they’ll be all lined up ready and waiting in the departure lounge. A bit like packed suitcases in a hallway just before the taxi comes to take you to the airport. And they’ll be raring to go. As will you.
A lot of corn is grown for cows to eat, and having an inquiring mind, I’ve been probing cow pats of recent times to find out whether our bovine friends have the same issues as we do. I’m dropping my findings into a spreadsheet and shall keep you all posted.
In the meantime, today’s picture was taken on the top of Bryn Pydew where the remains of last year’s corn harvest can still be seen on the heavy red clay soil.
In the meantime, today’s picture was taken on the top of Bryn Pydew where the remains of last year’s corn harvest can still be seen on the heavy red clay soil.
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