This is What WE Call Cream Corn… “City Boy!”

Hey guys! Man, what a beautiful morning here today! It’s hot and dry, but the days have been beautiful. There’s been a pretty good breeze late in the evenings lately, and it makes sitting out on the porch very comfortable the last couple hours before dark.

It’s breezy enough the dern skeeters don’t tote you off, but after dark you don’t want to go outside unless you’re prepared for em! Anyway…

A couple days ago I was telling you that Deb and I had FINALLY gotten caught up some in regards to our garden! Phew!

Man we’ve been picking, shelling, and putting up tomatoes (no, we didn’t shell these), pickles, squash, lima beans, string beans, and even canned some cakes. Deb’s got a sweet tooth, as for me, I hardly ever touch the stuff!

Then I go out yesterday just to turn on the water, and guess what? The dern corn is ready. Yes, the very same corn I’d been cussing all spring in regards to so much of it not coming up. I still feel that I’d gotten a bad batch of seed.

Well, this corn I’d been cussin’, finally got a little payback today. I picked at least three hundred ears this morning.

I got up, drank a couple cups of coffee, then decided I’d go on out and pick em before Deb got up. So, I did. I toted 5 gallon buckets full of that corn to the gator …for awhile! I hate to say it, especially after all the squallin’ I’ve done about how poor this corn was, but I’ll be dad-gummed if I ain’t glad that’s all that DID come up!

When ole Deb finally rolled out a bed this morning, come downstairs, I already had about a third of it shucked. Now I hadn’t minded in the least doing any of this while she was still sleeping, but I swear when she first walked outside she had a look of disgust on her face.

She’d deny it till the cows come home, but it was one of those, “you mean that’s ALL you’ve got done this morning?” I’m tellin’ you fellers out there, I don’t care WHAT you do…you cain’t keep a dern woman happy!

We get to shucking the corn, and get that end wrapped up shortly thereafter. We head into the kitchen and Deb starts finishing getting the silk off, and washing it up.

Let me tale the tale now, okay?

All day yesterday Deb kept telling me, “You know Dub, we creamed a ton a corn back when I was little, and my sister Chris and I used to do a truckload between us after we were married, and split it up. All I heard from Deb was how much corn we’d creamed in our lives…

I’m like okay, no sweat, you lead, and I’ll follow. Shoot, I ain’t never creamed any corn in my life. My Mama did, and my grandparents did, but ole Dub here was always on the just eatin end of cream corn! I have to say it’s pretty good eatin too!

But this morning Deb let out, “I can’t remember just how we did it.”

I’m like, “WHAT? You don’t remember how you did it…and you did it by the truckload??” I’m thinking to myself, you know, she’s either NEVER creamed any dern corn before, or she’s got a really BAD memory!

Now honestly, I was really leaning towards the she’s never creamed it before, because I’m here to tell you, she’s never forgotten the first thing I’ve EVER done, if I wasn’t supposed to have been doing it! NEVER!

So, I run upstairs, get on the computer and start readin up on…how to cream corn. Ten minutes later I’m back downstairs, lining us out, and honestly, Deb would rather be beat, than have me “lining us out!” For some reason that just kinda runs against her grain or something. I guess it’s a “woman thing.”

So, we start doing it how I’d just read to do it. Take an electric knife, and cut down the length of the cob, cutting off the kernels. Then take a spoon and scrape the cob good. This is to get what’s left off the cob, and get the juice out of the cob as well.

Actually, I thought this was doing good, and that “spoon thing,” worked slicker than a whistle! You could actually tell that you were indeed getting the goody out!

Then I’d take my hand and mix all this up in that big ole pea shelling pot I was using to cream this corn in. Deb was looking pretty skeptical, but not sayin a word…just like I’ve trained her to! That statement is about the furthest from the truth you can get, but it makes me feel good inside just to say it!

But, we put up, and freeze 28 quarts this way.

At this point it’s about 1:30 and I tell Deb, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna take a little siesta, then we’ll finish up, okay?” She tells me that’s fine go on up and lay down if I want to.

Shoot, by her saying that, well…that just wasn’t any fun at all! I thought at least she’d balk a little, then I could tell her how I had the dern corn already picked, and a third of the way shucked before you’d ever rolled out of bed this morning!

But nope, she just smiled and said, “Okay dear, go ahead on.” Man, I eased up them stairs, both of my lips pooched out, plum disappointed Deb didn’t bite on my “I’m gonna take nap scheme.”

I just knew for sure she’d spout off, and we’d have us a dern “wrasslin match” right there in the kitchen, but nope, only, “Okay dear, go ahead on.” How in the world are we as men, supposed to figure out creatures such as this. I’m telling you, it’s just not fair…

So I get up after my nap, walk back into the kitchen, and Deb’s got at least half of what we had left done did. BUT, I’m noticing it doesn’t look like mine at all. Hers is really, really creamy looking, whereas mine, though not whole kernel by any means, wasn’t nearly as creamy as hers.

I guess she could tell I was confused, and she asked, “What’s wrong dear, cat got your tongue?”

That did aggravate me some, mainly because she’d about gone and used the “dear word” up for the day, and secondly she was confident that her finished product looked better than mine had. Truthfully, she was sure right in that assessment because hers did look head and shoulders above mine.

It was now, only after giving me time to fully comprehend that she’s got this creamed corn thing down, that she went for the juggler vein!
She looked me square in the eye, and said, “This is what WE call cream corn…city boy!”

She could have run off with my best friend and not hurt me worse than that…city boy. Aw well, I have to admit, ole Deb can give it, just as good as she can take it…

Speaking of Deb, we do go for her follow up with her new Doctor Monday afternoon. You guys please keep her in your prayers, and we’ll let you know the verdict as soon as we hear!

Thank you for coming back to visit with us again, and God Bless you.

I’m going to leave you with Deb’s favorite saying, “Keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!”

Oh, by the way…Deb creamed the corn by running the ears across a grater, then took the spoon and scraped the juice and any leftover from the cob too. This worked really well. As bad as I hate to say it…Good Job Deb!

Dub and Deb