411

Guess what that number means.

Ears.

Ears of corn.

This is what my day was filled with.

After seeing a facebook ad for an excellent deal on sweet corn at Hy-Vee, I called mom and told her because I thought she might want to stop there after work and get a bag. She wondered if they had a limit, so I called to find out, and was told that there might be a limit, they weren’t sure, but if it was me I could probably get as much as I wanted. I guess working there has its perks. :)

I called mom back and she wanted some for freezing, so I drove into town and ended up filling a total of ten bags and paying only 15 dollars. I brought it home and made supper while my two youngest brother shucked them, and mom and I started working on them at around seven, after supper was over. Joel came home from work at about 11:30 and helped until we finished, a little over a half an hour ago, not quite two in the morning.

Grand total was just over 34 dozen ears, and 47 quart bags full.

Needless to say, at the moment, I never want to see another ear of corn as long as I live.