I considered that tune from the old melodic, Oklahoma when I would stroll into our corn field back on the homestead.
Never knowing how high an elephant’s eye was, however the stalks were much taller than me at the time. I couldn’t envision getting an elephant to stop long enough to quantify the corn.
Actually, I had never at any point seen a genuine elephant, aside from once in a motion picture in about Sabu, The Elephant Boy.
When I was a child on the ranch, my mom would send me into the field for corn while the enormous water pot was bubbling and we would eat it 15 minutes off the stalk. It truly popped its juices when we bit into those new ears of corn slathered with spread.
Living in a provincial zone
It was most regular that most nearby pipe smokers utilized natively constructed corncob channels. Obviously, tobacco was more regularly bitten than smoked.
Those women taken to tobacco typically utilized a scented snuff that they kept in a little, enriched box. My distant grandma kept a few little boxes of her preferred flavors. She would squeeze a tad of the finely ground tobacco and ‘sniff the snuff’ up her sense about that brisk nicotine hit.
Song’s distant Grandmother went with the men’s most loved and smoked Sir Walter Raleigh in her very own corn cob pipe. In her later years, she lived with us in our visitor house and would sit in an armchair on the patio, puffing ceaselessly while tasting her daily glass of Apricot Brandy. She lived until she was 105.
Like the various ranchers around us, we had a corn den. That is a little homestead working with open spaces between the braces to give the corn the air it needs to dry out and not ruin. That was the place all the unused cobs, the ears that never made it to the table and the feed corn went in and was utilized to bolster the stock in the winters.
I was contemplating this an evening or two ago when I was getting a charge out of a particularly flavorful, sweet ear of corn at supper.
I have been underestimating corn for as long as I can remember and never really thought about it past my craving for it.
Corn is astonishing in its very own right. Corn isn’t even a vegetable. It’s a trained grass. It’s a grain, similar to wheat.