Fee Fi Fo Fum…Give me that corn, I want sum!

[clomp, clomp, clomp]

The day I started getting sick Mrs. Lumber Baron must’ve noticed.

Maggie & I were on our daily walk & I could see the Lumber Barons out in their fields – planting more cold-weather crops.

As we got closer you could see Mrs. Lumber Baron’s outdoor stove going full steam and the smell was divine.

But I wasn’t feeling well & they looked busy, so I tried to slip past without our customary smile & bow.

Nope. Didn’t work.

She walked right up to me, said something I couldn’t make out & handed me these two roasted ears of corn – right off the stove!

(And no, I don’t have giant man-hands, thank you very much – the ears were all of 5-6 inches long – but it sure does look like I have man hands. My next trick will be to crush the cobs in a single squeeze!)

I must’ve really looked out of it because she mimicked to me how to eat them – hand raised to her mouth, mouthing the num-num sound. All that was lacking from this little exchange was the ‘here comes the airplane’ routine.

But they were mine & they were wonderful.

Sweet, chewy, smoky carmelized kernels good enough to eat without the butter.

The irony is I had just been thinking a few days ago about the State Fair back home…Canton’s First Monday trade days…all outdoor events with great food vendors…and I was missing roasted corn.

Maggie thought for sure she’d get the other one. But if I was going to share my major score, I would have to give Eric the first right of refusal - which he took.

So they were all mine! Mine, I tell you! Mine!

AAaararrrrggggghhhhhhhh!

[clomp, clomp, clomp]