I wish I could take credit for buying the flowers, but they were some she picked in the pasture the other evening while we rode and checked cows/fences. If it counts for anything, I did get her an Oleander for the lake place on Mother’s Day!
I hate that you don’t eat corn. This time of the year we have it pretty regular. It’s readily available down in this neck of the woods. If I’d had more time this evening, I’d have silked it, charred it on the grill, brushed on some evo, salt and peppered it, put some fresh grated parm on it, wrapped it back up in the husks, and finished it with the steaks. It’s pretty good fare done that way. If it’s the cob that turns you off, it isn’t too hard to cut it off the cob.