I realized the other day that I completely missed the fresh local sweet corn season. Oh, sure, it’s still in the supermarket, but it’s not the same. And that realization brought on another realization: I’m not meant to live in the south! I knew that already. But here’s what I mean: I missed corn season because it’s written into my very being that corn season is at the end of summer, not the beginning or even the middle! Growing up in a northern climate trained me to expect certain things at certain times of year, and I’ve come to realize that it’s still very much a part of who I am. It also explains why I always plant my vegetables too late here in Texas. I’m just starting to think about my garden when other people are already harvesting from theirs, because my very DNA tells me it’s too early to grow food. Even though it’s not. Le sigh.
Also, I haven’t forgotten about my canning post. I’ve got all the lovely photos taken, I just need to find a few minutes to pull them all together and write the darn thing. And I’ve got so much lovely food and knitting-related joy to share from the weekend! But the photos are on my camera, which is in my house, which is not (sadly) where I am right now. I’ll leave you with one hint: bison.