There were times growing up that I did not appreciate the fact that we had grandparents who had a ginormous garden with plenty of fresh produce. Usually because we had to help with it and we would much rather have been out riding our horses or playing or doing anything else.
This last trip up to Michigan was during the peek time to do corn. I was actually looking forward to helping my grandparents with their corn this year. I don’t know if its because I’ve been away for several years during corn season, or if I’m getting older and appreciate times like this more. I like to think its more of the later.
Jon had never done corn, so it was a new experience for him. Granted we didn’t have acres and acres of corn to do, it was merely four rows of corn, but nonetheless, it is still a process.
First you have to pick it and then husk it. 
Love my Grandpa’s trademark red and white polka-dot hat!
Then you have to boil it and scrape off all the corn so it can be frozen. Grandma practically has a second kitchen set up in the basement for doing this exact thing, and all the huge Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners we had here.
Wyatt was a lot of help that day.
Looking forward to eating some sweet corn from Grandma’s this winter! Just a small taste of home.
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