It may look like corn on the cob to you and me, but to Elma that would be “lolly!”
Or more particularly “‘lellow lolly!!”
I’ve always loved fresh corn rolled in and it seems that my littlest girl has a similar taste.
Nothing very fancy, just corn steamed or boiled and a good slathering of butter. It’s the taste of high summer on into autumn, sunny day lunches or cool evening barbeques.
But it has to be on the cob; if I cut it off for her she’ll get really really cross with me – and steal mine instead!
And if you’re really doing it properly (at least accordingly to Elma) you need to get enough butter on your cheeks to plaster your hair down for the rest of the day, probably some corn in your hair, and always the most enormous smiles.
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