The Corn Girls

I really do. I love corn. But I really love corn on the cobb. Corn in a bowl from a can is good too, but nothing beats the biting into a nice fresh warm corn on the cobb that is dripping with butter and sprinkled with salt. You want corn on the cob right now – don’t you!

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So I love corn so much that whenever I go up to a cottage, corn on the cobb comes with. It’s like we are buddies. A few weekends ago i was up at a cottage with a friend where we nicknamed ourselves ‘the corn girls’ before we even got up there. You see, there was a mistake in the ‘who’s bringing what’ list. At this cottage, everyone was told to bring their own food for what they wanted to eat. So the corn was on MY list, but because my friend was so adamant in me just telling her what to bring, the list kind of got screwed up. Instead of me bringing up 5 corns for the 2 of us, she brought up 2 corns to add to the 5. I’m not sure how good you are at math, but that’s 7 corns for 2 people. We weren’t complaining, we love our corn, but we were only there for a night.

We were laughing on the way up because we hardly knew anyone at this cottage. As we were uncomfortable enough as it was, we were going to be the crazy girls that show up and eat corn. So we nicknamed ourselves the ‘corn girls’. We had no problem with this nickname, in fact, the nickname kind of grew on us.

So we finally arrived, introduce ourselves, and crack open a beer. The day went on and finally it was dinner time where we could begin our corn fest. I start to prepare and gather our food, and decide to use my friends 2 corns first. I pick the corn off the counter and put them on the bbq while we wait, wait, and wait. Everyone else is hustling and bustling around the kitchen asking “where are my potatoes’, and “oh is this my milk?” Needless to say, everyone knew what they had brought themselves, and only ate what they had brought. By the time it was ready to eat, we were so full on beer and chips, that these 2 corns were plenty, and we would save the rest for later. We also did have two delicsiously small steaks to add to the delisciousness.

Long story short, the next day it was time to go, and we gathered all of our things. Don’t forget our sleeping bag, check. Did you get your glasses? Check. Oh, the cooler and the food bag! Check. We pack the car and say our goodbye’s, and we officially became the two girls that came to the cottage, partied, woke up and left. We did not intend to do that at all but I don’t think we left a very good impression on the friends of a friend. We didn’t mean to and that was not our intention at all, but I had to get home early for work, and plus, no one really looked too disappointed to see us go. They were more like – BYE!!!!!!

So anyways, we start our journey home, and about half way through, we feel like something to nibble on. I remember the bag of gummy bears that is still in our food back, so my friend reaches back to pull out the bag of gummies, only to find her two corn on the cobs in the bag. “Ummm Franca…who’s corn did you use?”  “The ones you brought up!” I look over, and there she is holding up her two corns which obviously had not been eaten by us last night. We check the other bag, and there are my 5 corns. Here are the corn girls, who literally came up with too much corn, and yet still ended up eating someone elses corn.

Literally – We were the corn girls.