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I made another startling and terrifying discovery the other day. I wanted to write about it sooner, but with all the computer problems we've been having, that hasn't been an easy thing to do.
I no longer hate corn.
Now, before you go crazy on me, let me explain myself. I hope this isn't a fulfillment of my mom's "when you grow up you'll like vegetables" promise. I claim neither to be grown up nor to like vegetables for the most part. But they are all becoming more tolerable...I've even gotten to where I eat the brocolli that comes in my TV dinners. But mind you, it's to avoid wasting food, not because I enjoy it. Right?
I used to like corn a long time ago...at least I seem to remember eating corn on the cob voluntarily. But I haven't liked it in a long time. I've had it so many times recently, many of them at the BCM, that I've actually started eating it. It's not that bad.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to start buying it and cooking it myself or anything.