Festival Of The Corn
Those of you hoping to see the republishing of A Treatise on Pasta this year will likely be out of luck: for all the Italian restaurants to be found southwest of Chicago, the nearest Olive Garden (and Never-ending Pasta Bowl) is 25 miles away in Oswego. It makes me sad, but it can't be helped: Amanda's job is a solid hour's drive away from home, and I'm not about to indulge without her.
This year, however, does mark my first time being around a corn harvest.
It's different than it was in the winter after Katrina. Seemingly the only crop in Assumption Parish is sugarcane, and so the roads for 5 weeks were dominated by cane trucks. Here, there's an alternation between corn and soybeans. While defoliant has been spread on the soybeans, none of the fields I drive by every day have been harvested. Corn, however, is in full swing. Several fields along US 6, and the one catecornered from our house [which is not on US 6], have been cut down already.
I suppose it is fitting, then, that the Grundy County Corn Festival be scheduled for the end of September. I can't say what's going on, because Amanda & I didn't go out last night to partake. However, with my folks within driving distance, we're probably going to make it out there this coming weekend. It promises to be a slightly bittersweet Saturday: not only is Saturday my birthday, but it's also my last Saturday off for a while to come. Tower steel for this bridge is 5 weeks late, and in the realm of construction, a month is a lot of time, especially with the threat of winter looming. Once the steel starts arriving next week, we're going to 6 day work weeks, which I can't say I'm going to enjoy.
Anyway, we're here. Let the festival begin, or something....
-KIE
3 Comments
Recommended Comments