On Friday evening, we had boiled corn on the cob! Somehow, it reminds me of the rainy days of my boyhood, and the anticipation of the rain stopping so that we could go out and play. Maybe feeding us boiling corn (or groundnuts, both of which we – my father, my brother and I – were maniacally fond of!) was my mother’s way of keeping us occupied indoors while the rains poured their bounty. Sigh! Nostalgia!