So there is corn on the cob, and then there is SWEET corn on the cob, hand picked by Mike’s sister Rosemary and only hours from cornfield to the plate. We’ve never had corn as good as this – so tender a baby could eat it off the cob. I ate three ears myself. Not to be outdone, Mike holds the family record. He ate, I swear to God, ELEVEN ears of corn. Oink!

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