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I took the Indian corn off the door because it was time to hang the Christmas wreath.
Then I gave the corn another look.
Then I put the 4 kite-string-bound ears on the kitchen counter where they sat for a few days. Usually we throw them in the yard for the squirrels. Not this time.
Not this time. I stripped the kernels from the cobs and filled a quart jar.
Curiosity got the best of me so I ground a cup and a half in the coffee grinder I reserve for herbs. Then I stirred it into a pan of boiling water with some jerk seasoning and salt. It simmered and thickened.
I spread it in a pan and refrigerated it. Alas, polenta. Friday we fried some. It was delicious. This is a new level of cheapness.
Today I think I will try popping some.
Saturday, we sliced it thin and baked it with cheddar cheese until crispy, the perfect accompaniment to homemade chicken noodle soup.
We also dropped gifts at Community Missions, took a drive to Hoover’s for eggnog and made a spin to Becken Farms, 2585 Upper Mountain Road because they’ve been advertising beef for sale.
Sure enough, Mrs. Becken sold the 4th generation family to the Ziemendorf family. We grabbed ground beef, steak and apples. It costs a little more but like the bumper sticker, "know your farmer, know your food."
