A little corny

The story goes that when I was two I loved canned corn more than just about any food in the entire world. My family was living temporarily with my grandma and her teenage kids and one night I caught my uncle Steven eating the rest of the leftover corn from dinner. Other two-year-olds might have been intimidated by a large teenage boy, but not me: I demanded the corn and then kicked him when he wouldn't give it to me. And have thus been made fun of for this story for the last 25 years.

Regardless, I made this fresh corn soup with corn guacamole for dinner. It was yummy, but not quite worth kicking any one for.