Blogmeet!
Dragged the wife and the Oglet down to broad Ripple and had a nice afternoon with all the regulars. The Oglet was a bit bored, (think Haley Joel Osment: I Smell Old People!!!!) but she enjoyed lunch nonetheless.
Frank James brought sweet corn. The Ogwife parked it in the back of the truck, lest i eat it on the way home. If you’ve never walked through a field of fresh sweet corn, the smell of the corn is something that has to be smelled to be believed. It took a serious amount of self control to keep from shucking one and eating it there. Very nice of mr James to feed us all.
Wonderful to see all the bloggers again, too. Caleb wearing sunglasses; the temptation to shout “Hollywood!” was large. So easy to think of him as a teenager, when you remember he beat Massad Ayoob at Enhanced Service Revolver.
Always worth the trek to see everyone.
I wouldn’t have even been caught out in public with my parents when I was her age.
Glad they came and we could chat, if only for a bit. My corn, I hope will be waiting in the cool laundry room when I get home in two days again.
I was bitter that I didn’t get a chance to circulate as much as I wanted to.
(And I totally didn’t recognize you at first without your Shoot-Me Vest: “Hey, that dude looks a lot like Og!” :D )
LOL! There will be other times. Sorry we didn’t get to talk more. I was hoping to get another song stuck in your head. Or at least sing a rousing rendition of “Flaming Jesus”
Og,
There’d be nothing wrong with shucking one and eating it there as long as your digestive tract can handle it. :-)
We used to do that all the time when we were picking and shucking corn for Mom to put up in the freezer. Of course our St. Bernard watched and learned and started getting her own. She would pull the whole stalk and bring it back to the yard.
Oh, hell, I’ve eaten raw corn by the bushel. I know it’s not a problem. I already have a reputation with the broad ripple crew.
Sorry I had to miss. I was riding through a monsoon on I-465 and then waiting for Sis to arrive at the airport. The blogmeet sounded like a lot more fun.
Sweet corn rox. I had 3 ears for dinner one night last week.
Lucky you.
Our corn isn’t in just yet; we get it from a neighboring farmer, who lets us know when the pick is coming in.
If we time it right, the beat-up old Chevy field truck is still tinking in it’s parking place when we get there to grab the goodies.
15′ later, it’s in the pot.
Ayuh…
It was a great time. Enjoyed sitting with you and your family and Brigid and Grouch :)
I echo Tam’s sentiment that I wish I had circulated more – there were a bunch of folk there that I wanted to say “hi” to but missed out on!