Sunday was corn day at the farm.
Dad picked up a load of oh-so-sweet corn from my cousin Leo's farm in Cass County.
We had a real production line going. Henry Ford would have been proud.
Team Shuck included Cousin Jim (he's exactly six months older than I am), his lovely wife Karen and a friend of theirs conveniently also named Karen.
It was very important to keep them hydrated.
From the shucking station the corn heads to the production kitchen.
The corn was then taken to the cutting station, otherwise known as the picnic table. We're getting pretty swift after forty years or so of doing this. This year's introduction: electric knives.Fancy stuff!
Here is my sister Beth showing off her knife skills. Note the inverted bowl inside the bowl - it keeps the cob and the right height and lets the corn fall to the bottom of the bowl. Her husband Ron used his electric knife right on the cutting board. I was really old school and used a serrated knife all day. I think my wrist as almost recovered.
The cut corn was shipped to the packaging line. First to Monica at quaility control:
Then to Maggie and neighbor girl for bagging:
Cousin Diane and her fiance stopped by for dinner - which featured corn on the cob. I was so tired of seeing corn that I could only eat three ears.
My cousin Leo drove another load of corn down from his farm - a hour north. We transfered the load from his pickup truck to mine.
Leo is the one in the hat, standing between the trucks.
What did Second Helpings do with 1200 pounds of corn? Here's a hint : #11.
I promise the story in the next post.