Tuesday, October 21, 2008


RECENTLY, I became sick of sticking my fingers while reaching for the corn holders in my kitchen drawer...
you know the kind I mean...

the yellow, little plastic ears of corn with the two steel pins that you skewer into the ends of your REAL ears of corn--so you can roll them in the corn coaster or plate,

and gather all the rich butter before you chomp down on the luscious, little white/yellow morsels of sweetness!

I don't have any fancy ones, or cute ones like you find on the internet:

(thanks FunniestGadgets.com)

Oh, back to my original discussion...
holes in my fingers each time I cook corn...
the little steel skewers are deadly when they are free in my kitchen drawer, especially when they are floating in the back behind the silverware drawer in the dark.

Plato, the Republic/Greek author & philosopher
in Athens (427 BC - 347 BC) said,
"Necessity, who is the mother of invention."

SO...I cut a sponge to fit in the bottom of a wide-bottomed plastic cup (that fits in my drawer)...then "stabbed" all the corn knobs into the sponge so they'll stay in one place and not be "laying in wait" for my fumbling fingers to be pierced by them in the dark! I probably should try to market this idea but at the moment I don't have the capital to run down that idea through the patent office.

Anyway...it WORKS 4 ME!!
Now, my fingers are much happier....
now like Dr. Seuss's, THE 5,000 FINGERS OF DR. T, my fingers are happy like Bart's (Tommy Rettig).
He didn't enjoy his piano lessons with the mean-spirited Dr. Terwilliker (Hans Conried) because he figured his fingers and time were better spent playing baseball (http://filmfanatic.org/reviews).
Now I play me some piano, but I don't take lessons anymore and I don't have Dr. Terwilliker making me practice; however, I do enjoy using my fingers to crochet without having to feel the holes in my fingers from the corn knobs...
life is good again!

Proverbs 7:2-3
Keep my commands and you will live;
guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.
Bind them on your fingers;
write them on the tablet of your heart.