Nothing completes a summer meal like a piece of corn on the cob, which we enjoyed tonight for dinner. It was Elizabeth's first experience eating sweet corn and I think she was more a fan of the butter on it than the corn itself. Jack, of course, also said his favorite part was the butter. I think Matt and I are very spoiled and picky about our corn. We decided that Michigan corn (Matt bought it on the way home from his outreach clinic in the UP) just does not measure up to the Iowa sweet corn we ate growing up.
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