The Corn Is As High As a Chihuahua's Eye

I didn't have sense to plant the seeds in the ground and wait; I sprouted them under a wet paper towel on cookie sheets in the kitchen. Instead of sprouting, some molded. Interesting life parable there.

Our corn kernels came from a trip four years ago to a family farm outside of town. My son got to roll around in a stock tank filled with cattle feed (this seemed to be very popular with little kids for some reason) and when he undressed that night, the kernels had seeped into his pockets. These kernels were as big as CornNuts and sat on the dryer in the garage, mixing with lint and dust. I didn't know if they'd sprout (duh! why not? old age is a time of miracles!) but they did, and we planted 'em. Only one did not come up.

My mom said to plant a bean and a corn sprout together so that the corn stalk could provide support to the twining bean. I felt like a regular Pocohontas doing this, except I didn't drop a fish in each mound. I wonder if I could get rid of these burpy old Fish Oil capsules for that purpose.

Now there are five ears of tasseling corn that have appeared, and I hope there are more on the way. Doesn't this one look like a muppet?

Mama says they'll be okay for roasting ears if picked while tender. I do not plan to grind the corn with a matate when you can buy a box of cornmeal for 99 cents. We'll dry one for seed and try this again next year.