On my way to work, I spied the following, a roadrunner, a squirrel taking a nap in the middle of the road (wink, wink) and a redtail hawk scooping up his breakfast. One would think that I live out in the country, but I live in a well established suburb of Dallas. By the way the usual sighting of the resident buffalo herd were no where to be seen. Who would have thunk it!
Preface: I have the absolutely most wonderful husband in the world! His gift is service and my gift is receiving that service!
Occasionally, there is a hick-up. Sunday as I was napping (love those naps), Mr. Wonderful proceeded to cook dinner, corn-on-the-cob and chicken wings. He decided that it was be great to deep fry the corn. As I looked forward to a perfect, pure corn-on-the-cob, with salt and butter, he proceeded to deep fry the corn, with and without breading.
Well, the unbreaded tasted a lot like popcorn, not quite popped and a little chewy. The breaded corn was different. But I am a purest. . . just give me corn, butter and salt - I'll do the rest!