He Cooks, He Really Cooks (Well, Sort Of)

Hello Friends.

The time is certainly flying by.  Here we are practically in mid-September, and as I was driving home from work the other day, I couldn't help but notice how the trees are starting to turn colors.  Gone are the deep, dark greens of the leaves.  Now, the leaves are more of a light, pale green, soon to become yellows, oranges, and reds.  Oh, how I love Fall.  (STOP -- I just looked up at the TV, and CT is watching "Home Alone".  Isn't that a Christmas movie?)

Anyway, if you recall some of my previous posts, I have mentioned the fact that my beloved CT does NOT cook.  At all.  Nothing.  Period.  Nor does he ever give me any really good suggestions on what to cook, other than to say, "I'll take you out somewhere."  So, you can imagine my surprise last weekend when, out of the blue, CT announced, "I have a taste for some corn-on-the-cob."  My initial private thoughts: "Arrrghhhh... what a pain to clean and prepare."  I hate cleaning corn-on-the-cob.  It is so very difficult to get all those nasty stalky stringy things off the corn, and I usually end up with half of them on my kitchen floor.  So, I carefully said to CT, "Well, if you want, feel free to run up to the farm stand and pick up some corn.  And, if you'd like, I can show you how to clean and prepare it." 

Well, CT did something I NEVER expected.  He said, "Ok.  I'll be right back."  And off he went to the local farm stand.  Again, my private thoughts:  "Where is my CT and what have you done with him?"

CT soon returned with his bag of corn.  He was a good student and listened to the instructions of how to clean and prepare the corn.  And the proof is in the photos below:

While CT is not a kitchen kinda cook, he is pretty good at the grill, and proceeded to grill up his freshly prepared corn-on-the-cobs.  (I'm sorry I didn't take a photo of the end result.  It was delicious!) So, now I have hope and faith that CT may become a cook one day.  Who knows, it just might happen!