I dunno. I don't mind frozen corn. I evidently have no taste.
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It's not the taste that's the problem, it's the texture. Canned corn is crisp. Frozen corn is chewy, and that just doesn't feel right to me.
pop tarts: My cousins eat frozen corn on the cob, but they were born and raised in Alaska and know not the wonders of real, fresh corn on the cob. Poor cousins.
Mmm. I miss corn on the cob. Good thing I'm headed to the midwest for the summer, huh?
I had corn on the cob for lunch. AIFG!
Jealous now.
Alas. It's gorgeous here, and we have great (but tiny) berries later on, but land of fresh veggies it is not.
I basically buy one bag of frozen peas that give up being yummy peas for the good of bruisekind. The rest of the peas get to be yummy, medicinal peas get to be a different kind of comfort food.
How often do you damage yourself anyway?
I need to declare: John Hodgman on The Daily Show last night was comic genius! Eustace Dismal! Morlocks and Citizens! The Dismal Paradox! plus Kid Dy-no-Mite.
We love him at Chez Zmayhem.
How often do you damage yourself anyway?Wow, you've really neglected those fancy files you used to keep on us if you have to ask this. The short answer? Enough.
How often do you damage yourself anyway?
Ah, how many stars in the sky?
How many grains of sand on the beach?
How many end tables in her apartment?
Hush you!