Dinner this evening consisted primarily of end-of-the-season corn on the cob. We ate it until we were blissfully full and then blanched the remaining ears to freeze for a winter delight at some later time.
For now, the warm waning days of August and dinnertime banter is more than enough to delight.
K: (interrupting the satisfied crunching and butter slurping with this completely out-of-the-blue question) Why did you want to be a lightbulb when you grew up?
A: I don’t know. Mom said I could be anything I wanted when I grew up. I was just little – maybe 3 or 4. It was just something I said. Why do you ask?
K: Well, I always thought black jelly beans were cool. They were all black and slick-looking -- almost shiny.
A: You wanted to be a black jelly bean when you grew up? Now that’s just ridiculous.
K: No, I didn't want to be a black jelly bean -- I just thought they were cool! And wanting to be a lightbulb wasn’t ridiculous?
A: Hmmmmm. . . nope.