This is the amount of corn that my in-laws and I husked, cut from the cob, and cooked this past weekend. Have you ever seen two bushels of corn? It's no joke, my friends.
Preparing and freezing corn is a long-standing family tradition on my husband's side. Thanks to this, I now have a section of my freezer stocked with perfectly-portioned Ziplock bags of golden corn that I can use during the months ahead. When winter lingers, thawing one of these is a throwback to the sweet taste of summer.
And the feeling I get when I look at that orderly pile of freezer bags? A warm pride rises within me, making me feel like I'm kindred spirits with Laura Ingalls Wilder or pals with the Pioneer Woman. At least in one area, I relish the sensation of being prepared.
I may be behind in multiple areas of life right now, but not with corn. Somehow, that seems enough for the day.