We Go to a Cornfest

We live in a small farming community--predominantly corn crops. And so, every year the matriarch waits for the annual Cornfest. And, there is nothing in life like a toothless, 99 year old woman at a cornfest. Yes, I brought a knife. And salt. My one regret was the absence of a spoon but the local fire department happened to have some on hand, so it really wasn't a problem.

We were the first there. Then, as the matriarch dug into her first cob, the crowds began to arrive.

I swear some people come just to see the matriarch eat. And, her eyes were bigger than her stomach which meant I had to throw out a plate of corn kernels under the angry eyes of a local volunteer. It's still food and the matriarch should not have taken it if she wasn't sure she was going to eat it. But the woman was full and everyone got annoyed with me for not knowing. I would have brought it home but the matriarch got mad at herself for not being able to eat and spat the food out and it was just gross.

But such is life. At least, most of the neighbours in town came to say "Hi" and the matriarch felt the belle of the ball; at least, until she got full. Then, I had to take her home. But the children were able to stay because the fire hall, which also doubles as a library and OPP office, is just down the street. Literally. The matriarch is upstairs sleeping her digestion away and will probably wake up hungry.