It was pretty much the only food I missed when we lived in Germany: fresh corn on the cob. The season is upon us, and I have been enjoying myself. My local grocery store has me confused though.

When I went to pick up some corn the other day I noticed a rather prominent notice: “Please do not husk the corn.” That makes sense to me – people taking the husks off the ear of corn would possibly just throw them on the ground, which could be a slip hazard. There is no reason you need to do that; you can check the corn without dehusking it.

You’ll notice though that there are three bins in the picture. The two cardboard ones at the front are full of corn ready for purchase. The green plastic one at the rear is for compost. And it is filled with corn husks.

It is possible that the bin is there for the illiterate. Though for them you could put up a picture or drawing expressing the “do not husk” sentiment.

I’m left wondering though, why bother with a sign and then provide a receptacle for the husks? Why should anyone pay attention to you?

At this point, I am tempted to use corn to launch into an examination of the mixed messaging that comes from our political leaders who from time to time make contradictory suggestions. It is Sunday though, a day of rest. Maybe we should save that for another time and just enjoy today.