Day 48

Following our inane conversation on sweet corn, in which the Resident Bureaucrat neither admitted nor denied that he disliked corn, I asked him whether he was going to help eat the corn I bought if I steamed it. He said no, but added that if I removed the kernels from the cob, he would.

So I painstakingly peeled out all the kernels using my thumb, which he then ate. But until now, I'm still not sure what he feels about corn.