I had two ears of astonishingly good corn tonight, the best I've ever had from a supermarket. The kernels were tight and utterly lacking in mealiness. And, boy, did that corn ever taste good with the thick ribeye that I rubbed in garlic, pepper and lemon juice and then seared over mesquite. Sometimes, I just need to eat like a Texan in order to feel restored. I'm sure I gained five pounds, but it was in a good cause. Besides, I plan to burn off all the excess weight after midnight on July 21st, when I will be stimulating myself into reading the final Harry Potter book cover to cover before venturing back outside the domestic sphere.