Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 238, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 October 1911 — HOW TO EAT ROASTING EARS [ARTICLE]

HOW TO EAT ROASTING EARS

wcsa's? Com at the Table. | ; Don’t cut it down and eat it with a apoon. Don’t stick silver spikes in the end and run It ai a lathe. Don't break it into nubbins and nibble it from between the forefinger and the thumb. This is no dinky business. It is as big as the morning sunshine. It Is not just eating; it is not keeping soul and body together. It is letting the soul ant, letting it range over broad aeres of waving com, that rival the heavens in glory and extent, the finest token of earth’s richness and prodigality anywhere seen. Catch ofato that. Flaunt your fancy about in the limitless ocean of sunshine and showers, of which the roasting ear is' only a wisp ot-the creamy spray. This thing of tackling a roasting ear, like a stolid mute, for the corn Itself, lowers it to the level of picking up chips or running an errand; he is just satisfying an appetite and might as well eat fried onions with a caseknife. That kills hunger. It silences a craving. But eating green com has a higher mission than that. It puts one as close to nature as lying in a bed of lilies. One carfrot taste the sunshine anywhere as when he seizes a juicy ear of com in his eager fists and goes at it with an open countenance and a happy smile, ripping off the rows of , sweetened dews and dawns till his mouth and soul greek with delight. - *

Bat it on the cob; the whole cob; the longer the better. Take it as nature gives it to yod—its naked beauty. In its jeweled loveliness. In its juicy richness. Don’t peck it as a blackbird does a sunflower, but revel In' It, luxuriate in it, bite all of the tints of mom, the soft gales of the afternoon, the glow of the starlight, thbbymn of the sparrow, laughing dewdrops and the smile of the rainbow —they are all there for the alert soul that has a fancy above food. He wlvo does not see them nor feel them is not worthy of a roasting ear. •But the main thlngis the recklessness in the eating it, the joyous abandon 19 cleaving off the pearly richness, the getting right down Into the glory of the act, mindless of napkin, finger bowls or who Is looking. A dilletante cannot any more eat com on the cob than he can skin a cat. He measures his acta by a stifling propriety and not by'the broad light of the souL Dear reader, join the soul and eat com like a sparrow .flies to heaven —with a song on your mouth. —Chamber’s Journal. •