Corny
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Alison G, MA, USA, Age 14
Corn
on the cob is an American pastime. It’s right up there with
baseball and apple pie, and it is a staple at my family’s
dinner table most evenings during the summer. Last August, at one
of our more unforgettable meals at my grandmother’s cottage
by the lake, I looked around the table and found that every person
was eating his or her corn in a different way. It had never occurred
to me before how many different ways there are to get the corn off
the cob and into the mouth. I saw typewriters, circles, artistic
patterns; I even saw someone eating it -- heaven forbid -- off the
cob! Why does this matter? Well, some might say that it doesn’t.
However, I beg to differ. It is interesting to ponder the fact that,
while eating corn on the cob is a benign, routine gastronomical
activity, the way in which one eats his corn may illustrate a tremendous
amount about his personality. Since that August evening, I have
become something of an expert in corn-consumption analysis. After
much research, I believe that I have figured out how and why each
person in my family eats corn on the cob the way that he or she
does.
My sister, Lauren, is a big fan of corn on the cob. She’s
a bit of an aficionado, actually, and prides herself on being able
to differentiate the corn varieties simply upon cob inspection.
That night last August, I had the good fortune of sitting next to
my sister. Lauren is one of the neatest people I have ever known.
Her room – white carpet and all -- is always tidier than my
mom even asks for it to be, and she has been known to clean my room
on occasion because the mess is more than she can bear. Lauren,
not surprisingly, eats her corn on the cob in lines, perfectly straight
across the length of the cob. I have watched her as each bite gets
straighter than the previous one. Not one niblet of corn is left
in a row, as she moves south to the next one. I had never seen the
diligent perfection of corn on the cob consumption so well illustrated.
It makes sense, of course. It is patently obvious that someone with
such neat habits would not let a bit of corn be stranded, lingering
messily along the cob. She munches away perfect row after perfect
row. I can’t help but wonder why Lauren is so consumed with
everything, even her food, being in order. Is everything really
so much better if it’s neater? I just don’t understand
it. Therefore, I decided to try the method myself. I attempted to
make perfect rows, like a typewriter, on my corn. However, my more
haphazard ways make it impossible for me to “tooth type”
a row; or anything remotely close to one. That night in August,
after my failed attempt at the neat method, I looked once more at
Lauren’s cob of perfection and quickly turned my head diagonally
across the table to my dad. I was more likely to be able to master
the patterns that he was making on his corn; or so I thought.
As I grabbed my second ear of the night, I watched closely as my
dad chomped away at his corn. His route was up then down, followed
by down then up. I studied the pattern that his teeth made in the
corn, trying to find a way to imitate the odd shape. No one would
be able to tell by his facial expression that his teeth were forming
a work of art on the yellow vegetable. Dad is relatively decent
at abstract art and is a creative problem solver, and his corn on
the cob eating supports both qualities. I once again tried to mimic
a corn-eating strategy. Unfortunately, much to my dismay, I found
out that I lack artistic talent both abstractly and concretely when
it comes to creating attractive and interesting patterns. Especially
on corn.
In thinking more historically about the topic of corn and how its
eating helps to classify its eaters, I am reminded of how my great
grandmother used to eat the delectable vegetable. She would actually
methodically slice each line of corn off the cob, manicured pinky
aloft, and then use a fork and knife to eat the scattered niblets.
She was a proper woman is all respects. She was polite in all areas
of life, and she hardly ever did anything in the etiquette realm
that was improper. So, when it came to eating her corn on the cob,
Munna opted for an “off the cob” approach. She would
never dream of touching her food, never mind using her teeth to
struggle and pull to get the food into her mouth. As everyone munched
happily and somewhat messily on their cobs, Munna carefully cut
her corn off the cob and put proper size mouthfuls into her perfectly
“lipsticked” mouth. I did not even attempt to try this
technique. For me, much of the fun of corn on the cob is the fact
that it is on the cob. I just cannot understand the notion of taking
the time to cut it off the cob, making it less fun and more of a
hassle. Munna’s technique was certainly not my style.
To my right at the table that lovely summer evening by the lake
was my Uncle John. I have always respected his creativity and abstract
thinking, and his circular corn on the cob eating technique perfectly
suited his talents and personality. My uncle is extremely organized;
however he also thinks “out of the box”. He does things
well and in a very specific order, but that order is unlikely to
be conventional or expected. For instance, John may pour milk into
his cereal bowl before adding the cereal, which is out of the ordinary.
However, even if he does this in an unorthodox way, he will do it
the same way every time. So his organization and consistent creativity
are well illustrated in his style of corn eating: he eats his corn
in perfect circles. Uncle John makes his way quickly around the
cob in a circular form, essentially “mowing” the entire
cob and never missing a beat. Or a bite. This technique works perfectly
for him; however it is, once again, not suitable for me. Considering
that I cannot even draw a proper circle on a sheet of paper, I figure
that it would be tough for me to make one using my teeth on a three
dimensional vegetable.
Noting that my mom – also neat and organized in manner and
personality – joins my sister in the previously described
“typewriter” technique, I turned to my brother and grandmother,
the last two family members at that lakeside table. Nana and Matt
eat their corn the same way, and they are my last hopes for corn
on the cob eating colleagues. Thankfully, they eat their corn in
a completely unorganized fashion. One bite here and another bite
there, and still another on the far side of the cob. Their philosophy
is “who cares how you eat it, as long as it gets into your
mouth?”. My grandmother has a can-do, solve-it-quick outlook
on life’s issues. She is less concerned with detail as she
is with making the most of the whole. Her corn on the cob eating
approach reflects that attitude. My five year old brother, Matt,
is still a work in process in terms of philosophy and personality,
though early indications are that he embraces risk and is comfortable
with randomness.
Of all of my family members’ techniques, I prefer that of
Nana and Matt. While I respect and understand the reasons for my
other family members’ corn-on-the-cob-ologies, none of them
work for me. I like the lack of structure and requirements of this
last approach. Random bites. Irregular patterns, or simply no patterns
at all. It’s all about the corn, not the way that it is consumed.
I believe that this method reflects my own personality, much like
the other approaches reflect their users. I have a creative and
open mind, and I approach life with zest and optimism. I’m
not particularly concerned with neatness of my room or my food,
and I appreciate and practice the fine art of organized clutter.
At last, I have been able to classify the corn on the cob eaters
and have found a place for myself among them. I can hardly wait
for August.
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