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4 Mar 2009 01:05 pm Every year, starting around the new year, bouenis set out their tiny grills, fill them with charcoal chips, and roast whole ears of corn. The smell is delicious and terribly tempting. I succumbed once, the first year we were here, and bought one.
Blughblugh.
Anyone else grow up on a farm? Anyone else ever eat field corn? You know, the kind meant for livestock? Yeah, that's what they roast and sell. Without salt or pepper or butter. Still, I often wonder as I walk by, do I risk my 50 centimes on the chance that, this time, it might be better?
A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.--Samuel Johnson
Blughblugh.
Anyone else grow up on a farm? Anyone else ever eat field corn? You know, the kind meant for livestock? Yeah, that's what they roast and sell. Without salt or pepper or butter. Still, I often wonder as I walk by, do I risk my 50 centimes on the chance that, this time, it might be better?
A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.--Samuel Johnson