It all started with an innocent question.
My husband called at lunch – as he always does – and as we were chatting about the mornings events he mentioned that one of his buddies from work had some extra sweet corn. Did I want some?
Of course I wanted some! Our first picking had been good – we enjoyed all the corn we could eat and had about 30 “fat” quarts in the freezer – but our second planting was stunted from the drought and our third planting was weeks away.
So we gathered some buckets and boxes and set the boys in to meet their dad after work and pick us some corn.
I wasn’t expecting a lot – the guy told Jan they had been picking all week – but I was hoping for an all-you-can corn fest for supper and a few more bags in the freezer.
They brought home a Suburban full!
Boxes and boxes and boxes of sweet corn. Jan said they barely made a dent in the field.
They guys started husking right away and I got some water boiling.
We took a break for some supper – but by 6:30 we were back at it!
The next few hours are a blur.
Put corn in. Set the timer. Move the cooled corn to the table. Get fresh water. Cut some corn. Bag some corn. Clean some corn.Run out to grab more corn. Husk a few ears. Run in and take the corn out. Put corn in. Set the timer…
By 8:30 it was getting dark but the guys were still husking. They moved operations to the work shop. The table was covered with cooked ears but I sent Angel Girl out to help them finish.
By 9:30 the husking was finally done and all hands moved inside to help cut. My table was full of cooked ears, one counter was full of raw ears, and the other counter was covered with full freezer bags.
By 10:30 all four kids were cutting corn as fast as they could and listening to the 2nd Adventures in Odyssey CD. My feet stuck the floor in the kitchen from all the corn juice splattered.
By 11:30 the last of the corn went in to cook and the freezer was so full that I couldn’t find room for more.
By 12:30 the last ear was cut and the last of the freezer bags filled. The kids started cleaning themselves up and heading to bed while I looked at the disaster that once was my kitchen.
By 1:30 AM I had washed the dishes, scrubbed the counters and table, and was scrubbing my floor.
Finally tally – 58 fat quarts (a quart bag stuffed as full as it can be – usually between 5-6 cups), 4 exhausted kiddos, one trashed kitchen, and one wiped-out mom who kept shaking her head and saying, “What was I thinking?”
I know what I was thinking :
“Boy am I glad the kids are home to help!”
“Corn in the freezer is like gold in the bank!”
“This is sure gonna taste good come winter!”
“What a gift – all this corn for free! And I didn’t have to plant it, weed it, water it or try to keep the coons out!” 
