I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Alethea may look like Peter, but she is my daughter through and through.

Peter doesn’t like corn on the cob.  He says he never has.  I however have many fond memories of eating Minnesota grown sweet corn all summer long.  Yum!

Alethea is on my side of the debate:

Tonight after quickly polishing off one half-ear, she asked for another.

“Why don’t you eat some of your sandwich?” asked Peter.

“No. More corn on the cob,” was Alethea’s firm reply.

As I buttered another half-ear for her, Alethea called across the table, “Need salt!”

Because of course, the more butter and salt, the better the corn on the cob eating experience.  As a child I’m sure I would have licked my plate free of melted butter ‘n’ salt goodness if only my parents would have let me. I did have a sneaky trick though where I would pretend I was rolling the corn in the butter on my plate, but secretly I was also dragging several fingers through it too.  Then when I would life the ear of corn to my mouth, I’d quickly lick my fingers.  Mmmmm…

Don’t tell Alethea about that though.  I have a feeling this girl will continue to enjoy corn on the cob with or without the extra salt: