There will be no corn for dinner tonight. There was none last night nor will there will be any tomorrow. No corn muffins, corn fritters, corn chowder. There will be no frozen corn kernels for use later in the season; no corn pone (I don’t even know what that is but there will be none). No roasted corn on the cob, corn pudding, corn salsa, creamed corn, cream of corn soup, corn au gratin, or Cajun smothered corn. No corn, none.
You see the raccoons raided my corn patch the other night.
They didn’t leave a single cob uneaten.
They laugh at me. They had their party and left the mess for me to clean up.