| there is a stall that always seems to be at festivals i go to, who sell corn on the cob. i buy it EVERY time, massive sweet cobs of corn. i always end up with it in y teeth, but picking it out is half the fun. plus, you always feel like the ultimate cool bopping around knee deep in mud in the middle of a mosh pit, with a giant cob of corn.
when i was in nz we went to a tacky holiday touristy sort of place, where they cooked us corn in the natural hot springs, best thing ever.
i have veneers as well, but ive never been told i cant eat cobbed corn, and even then, ive never had a problem???
annnd corn skewers are fun! i always look at them in tupperware/kitchen type stores.
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