Of God, Rain and Corn on the Cob

"...ooh now i wish it would rain
now, down on me....
- Phil Collins & Eric Clapton

Every morning, as soon as I open my eyes, whether sluggishly or smartly, the first seven words I utter are "Thank You Jesus for one more day"

I am happy to mention that this is the only habit/ritual/undertaking that has been consistent in my life. I'm afraid I dont have a track record for consistency ...lol.
I read at QOMC that she does this as well, it's what spurred me to put this up. I recommend this for all of u peeps, it's a good way to start the day.
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It's rainy season again!

I like it when it rains at night and i wake up to that serenity and cool that only an overnight rain can bring. That feeling that the whole earth has been washed clean while I slept, but that's not my favorite part...

I love that heady scent that fills the air when the clouds are heavy, full and darkly hued causing the earth to send out its pheromones thirstily in lusty anticipation. That wonderful natural fragrance that infiltrates the air as the first few drops of rain are greedily soaked up...

It's my aspiration to capture and bottle this fragrance, name it L'eau d'earth (or something...lol) because I have yet to encounter a perfume that's even marginally close to this heavily intoxicating, cleansing yet seductive smell.

I inhale deeply once i catch the slightest whiff of it, hoping to get enough of it in my system before it fades...

The other product of this wet season that excites me is CORN! Yes, Corn on the Cob.

I had my first corn this season three days after my birthday, memorable experience. You see, the selection and eating of corn is a ritual for me. Let me describe it the best I can (might be long)...

...the smell of ready-to-eat Corn cooking on the fire invades my room from the Kitchen and I stand up (usually from my supine postion on my bed) as though in a trance and head straight for the pot in the kitchen. Standing in front of the cooker, I open the pot ever so carefully and stare at the array of corn like an antique lover at a yard sale, I stare until i find IT!

IT is the perfect corn. IT has to be the right length, the right size and the perfect arrangement. IT has to be white or whatever the lightest shade of corn is and preferably slim. There's a saying where I come from that describes perfect teeth as looking like well-cooked corn...lol, I find it very true.

IT should have several straight rows on its cob, not a grain missing, discoloured or crooked. The rows must taper in reducing sizes to the both ends of the cob. When I find this perfect work of nature, I carefully lift it out and look around again, just in case there's more, then i place IT/them in a bowl half-filled with cool, salted water for a few seconds (as i dont particularly like hot food). Once it's cool enough, I arrange IT/them on a plate,slather with butter, return to my room, lie down on my flat belly with a novel or a movie and proceed to devour IT.

That's not all, once there is no longer any grain left on the cob, I suck the cob till there's almost no juice left in it, then chew the soft part of the cob till it's dry, spit out the whatchumacallits, only then will i be satisfied.

P.S.

I will eat roasted corn only when it is sweet corn covered in BBQ sauce and slightly barbequed or roasted.

phew! there is the update i've been too lazy to put up.


I still cant highlight, italicize, or change colours on my blog! somebody help me!