Knut always refers to this blog as "our" blog. I tease him about that because the extent of his contribution is normally skimming it once a week or so. True, he blogs when a baby is born and I'm at the hospital. He's very good at that.
Last Thursday, my friend Melissa and some of her kids were over for the afternoon to just hang out. It was seriously a month or more of trying to get our schedules to align, but they were finally here. Since we have a bunch of sweet corn in season, I asked if she wanted some. She didn't want to make Knut go out there and pick it, but as soon as he saw she might be interested, he wasn't going to let her go home empty handed.
So he went corn picking.
When he got back, he stole my camera, and was taking pictures of a corn stock. Now, maybe you're like me, and would ask your husband: "Dear, why are you taking pictures of corn?"
If he were like my husband, he would look at you like you had 3 heads and say "Because I've never seen this before! It's amazing."
Then you look at him like he has 3 heads and say..."It's corn...and you're a corn...farmer..."
Then he explains that a corn stalk only grows one cob. Always. He had never seen 2 cobs grow on one stock before. He said when he was out picking, he saw half dozen stocks that way.
He was taking pictures for the blog because it was so amazing.
He wanted to share this freak of nature, so I'm doing that for him.
(psst...this is where you oooh and ahhh)
O, and he also took a picture of the pancakes and sausage he made for Silje the other morning. He did not want to be outdone with all the food blogging I've been doing lately. (Speaking of which, these pancakes were the traditional buttermilk kind but subbing in homemade yogurt for the buttermilk. Let me just say YUM!)
And that my friends, is Knut's post.