Happiest Labor Day.

I eat my corn on the cob like an old-school typewriter. This is how cartoons taught me to do it as a kid.

Here in the suburbs of NYC, summers meant stopping by the farm stand down the street for the sweetest corn you ever shucked. My mom brought some home yesterday and it was as good as ever. 

Hope your long weekend is as good and long as mine. With lots of butter melting on top.