Love corn on the cob but hate boiling it? There’s an easier way that brings out better flavor: use a slow cooker! This method allows the corn to steam perfectly, retaining all its sweet taste.
Ingredients:
- 8-10 ears of corn
- 1/3 cup water
- 1 tablespoon lemon juice
- Unsalted butter, kosher salt, freshly ground pepper, fresh herbs, or green onion to taste
Preparation:
- Place the corn in the slow cooker and add 1/3 cup water.
- Cook on HIGH for 2 1/2-3 hours, until the corn is “bright yellow and tender.”
- Use tongs to remove the corn, then season with salt, pepper, butter, lemon juice, and herbs.
- “Serve immediately and enjoy!”
This simple method makes corn on the cob a breeze to prepare, delivering the full flavor you love without the hassle of boiling.
“Sorry for the Delay…” Began the Letter Discovered Among My Deceased Mother’s Possessions
I thought I knew everything about my family until my mother passed away unexpectedly. I felt lost without her. To remember her, I moved back into the old house where I grew up, surrounded by cherished memories, pictures on the walls, her favorite books, and the familiar scent of lavender.
One day, I felt drawn to the attic, especially a closet that had always been a mystery. My mom never discussed what was inside, and as a child, I never asked. But now, I was ready to explore.
On a rainy afternoon, I opened the closet door. Dust danced in the light as I pulled out a box filled with postcards, unfamiliar photos, and jewelry I’d never seen her wear. Among the items was an old letter addressed to my mother. Its yellowed paper felt ancient, and I wondered why she had kept it hidden.
Curiosity took over as I opened the envelope. The letter began with an apology for not writing sooner. It was from someone named John, reminiscing about their past together. As I read, I discovered he had loved her deeply and hinted that the man I knew as my father was not my biological dad.
The realization hit me hard. My entire life had been based on a lie. I felt a mix of anger and confusion. Who was this John, and why did my mom never tell me about him? I knew I had to uncover the truth.
The next day, I visited Mrs. Natalie, our neighbor who knew my mom well. I asked her about John. She explained that he was a man my mother once loved but had vanished from her life, leaving her with a painful memory. I left her house with more questions than answers.
Driven by a need to learn more, I followed clues to a small town where John might be living. When I finally found his house, my heart raced. John opened the door, recognizing me immediately. He welcomed me in, and I learned he had loved my mother and never knew about me until years later. He had chosen to stay away to respect the life she had built.
After our conversation, I returned home, feeling a mix of emotions. I knew I had to tell my dad, David, about everything I had discovered. When I shared the news, he listened patiently and expressed his love for me. “Emma”, he said gently: “You are my daughter, no matter what”.
In the end, I found peace within myself. I decided to build a relationship with John while cherishing the bond I had with David. What mattered most was the love we shared, no matter the secrets of the past.
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