|Peaches and cream or cow corn? I have no idea what these Canadians are talking about.|
Another tells me he was once invited to pick fresh corn for his dinner by a farmer after he moved into the area. Happily he took his corn in a bag, but when he revealed he was off for a walk and would not be home for an hour, the farmer insisted he throw it away and pick again just before he got home. Yes, I call that obsessed.