From the blog: Phyllis writes words
by Phyllis Diller Stewart
This afternoon I was cutting corn off the cob so I could make a nice summer salad. We’re at the tail end of a very hot, very humid stretch of weather right now and the corn/humidity combo made me think of the food I grew up on. Back then, my mother either froze or canned every bite of food we ate. I have no idea how she and all the other women managed to do this, but that’s how it was.