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National Corn on the Cob Day

Nothing says summer quite like a perfectly grilled (or boiled) corn on the cob, doused with butter, salt, pepper, or perhaps a more creative seasoning profile.

In the height of summer, under a cornflower blue sky filled with cotton-ball clouds, the smell of grilled meat fills the air. Children are laughing and playing in the creek, and the adults are setting up the picnic tables with checkered table cloths, red solo cups and paper plates.

In the middle of the table sits a giant bowl covered with a layer of aluminum foil, with steam gently escaping from around the edges, rich with the smell of fabulous, buttery corn on the cob.

Corn on the Cob Day celebrates events like these, whether held outdoors or indoors. It reminisces about the gathering of family around one of the sweetest healthy cookout treats that is available throughout the summer.

It’s Corn on the Cob Day!

History of Corn On The Cob Day

The history of Corn On The Cob Day goes back to a time even before European settlers actually first came to the Americas. Corn is a new world plant, native to the American lands, that was originally enjoyed by the Native Americans who were there before the westerners “discovered” the land.

Since then, corn has made various appearances in dishes all over the world, and the by-products of this plant have been used in quite literally millions of different products. For instance, in the United States, high fructose corn syrup is found in almost every candy, and certainly, in almost every carbonated beverage that can be found. Other corn products that are used en masse include oil, cereals, snacks, breads and even fuel.

Corn on the cob comes in more varieties than a person might think! Sure there’s the traditional yellow corn, but there are also white and mixed colored corn that can be eaten on the cob.

In any case, almost every type of corn can be prepared into corn on the cob through various methods of preparation, and each brings its own combination of tastes and flavors. There is no limit to the delicious meals and fantastic flavors when a little corn on the cob is added to the table.

Corn On The Cob Day is the opportunity to try different flavors, grab the butter, and enjoy delicious corn on the cob!

How To Celebrate Corn On The Cob Day

Celebrating Corn On The Cob Day is simple and fun! Try these ideas for celebrating or create new ideas:

Try Different Ways of Cooking Corn on the Cob

Start by cooking up some corn on the cob in the traditional way–boiling. It only takes a few minutes in the water (don’t salt it first!). Then enjoy eating it with a generous heap of butter and salt!

Now that opens the doorway to a whole variety of options to be considered. Another way to prepare the dish is to wrap corn on the cob in aluminum foil and let it roast in the coals of a campfire (or in the same way on a gas or charcoal barbecue grill) until it’s positively bursting with deliciousness.

Explore Seasoning Options

Anyone knows that corn on the cob needs butter and can be delicious just on its own. But don’t stop there because other options are worth a try as well! Start by adding butter as a base, and then dust the corn on the cob with a choice of seasonings. Simple salt can work just fine, or get more creative with seasoning salt, pepper, or any of a variety of spices that suit your palette.

Try these varieties:

Cajun Corn on the Cob. Mix garlic powder, onion powder, red pepper, paprika and oregano, then sprinkle lightly.

Corn on the Cob Citrus Seasoned Salt. Add sea salt, hot smoked paprika, black pepper, smoked salt, and finely grated orange zest, then rub on (while cooking on the grill, if preferred).

Italian Corn on the Cob. Go Italian by sprinkling buttered corn on the cob with parmesan cheese, powdered garlic and italian seasonings (basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme and marjoram).

Learn More About Corn

While it is in most people’s kitchens at one time or another, many people don’t know some of these fun facts about corn. For instance, although the most common corn color is yellow, it can also be cultivated to be purple, green, blue-gray, red, white and even black. Here are some other fun facts about corn:

The word ‘maiz’ or ‘maize’ has Native American/Spanish language origins and that is what this grain is called in many languages.

Most cobs of corn have an average of 800 kernels, arranged in 16 rows around the cob.

Corn is produced on all of the inhabited continents on the planet (but it cannot grow in Antarctica).

The United States is the largest single producer of corn on the planet, providing at least 40% of the world’s corn harvest.

Celebrate Corn on the Cob All Summer Long

While corn on the cob day comes at the beginning of June, anyone from the corn growing belt in the US knows that the best time to get fresh corn on the cob is at the end of the summer. The great news is that it isn’t necessary to choose between the two–just go ahead and celebrate at both times. In fact, corn on the cob can be celebrated all throughout the summer!

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doctorfriend79 · 11 months

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🌽 Happy National Corn On The Cob Day! 🌽

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murderousink23 · 11 months

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06/11/2023 is Father's Day 👨‍👩‍👧👪👨‍👩‍👧🌏, World Jaguar Day 🐆🌏, Eastern Orthodox All Saints Day ☦🌏, National Corn on the Cob Day 🌽🇺🇲, National German Chocolate Cake Day 🇺🇲

#father's day #world jaguar day #eastern orthodox all saints day #national corn on the cob day #national german chocolate cake day

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ami-ven · 2 years

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Happy National Corn on the Cob Day!

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nationaldaycalendar · 2 years

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June 11, 2022 - NATIONAL OUTLET SHOPPING DAY - NATIONAL MAKING LIFE BEAUTIFUL DAY – NATIONAL ROSÉ DAY – NATIONAL CORN ON THE COB DAY – NATIONAL GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE DAY

June 11, 2022 – NATIONAL OUTLET SHOPPING DAY – NATIONAL MAKING LIFE BEAUTIFUL DAY – NATIONAL ROSÉ DAY – NATIONAL CORN ON THE COB DAY – NATIONAL GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE DAY

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"Papa!! It's time for the second part of bro's celebrations!" *kaito looks extremely pleased as he reaches into the fridge and takes out over a dozen ears of corn! he's about to go to the backyard with all of them and ask bobbery to put them on the grill!*

"Happy National Corn on the Cob Day, haha~!!"

"Ohhh? The second part, you...." Then that smile disappears, the moment Bobby saw Kaito pull out those ears of corn.. "....say....? O-Oh no: Kaito. Kaito!!!" Bobby clamps his own head with his hands, knowing exactly how that's going to go!!!

"H-Happy....National Corn Cob Day....?! Well at this point, I probably shouldn't be surprised there is a day for corn, b-but it being just two days after Mondo's birthday... I can just imagine how much he is dreading today. Kaito, I am not sure you want to "visit" the stratosphere this early, s-so I would suggest you not do that!!! Let that boy have at least one weekend free of chaos, for once!!!"

#FKJDFJ NATIONAL CORN COB DAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!!! 🌽🌽🌽#MONDO MOST DEFINITELY GONNA BE A POPPED CORN TODAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!#KAITO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#Bobby answers;;#essenceofjustice

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bramble-scramble · 1 year

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Of Verses and Curses: Chapter Two

Hello again! It’s Friday and, as promised- that means IT’S TIME FOR MORE BUNNY CONTENT, PHANDROW NATION

Chapter One

Content warnings for this chapter: Mild Woodrow anguish, questionable poetry... what else is new? That’s it.

Author’s notes on headcanons: I used my name for Sweetlopek’s beaver, but feel free to substitute your own. And... Woodrow definitely needed a first name for this story, so I’ve gone with my favorite option, something a lot of us seem to have settled on after some mutual fandom discussion. It’s not invented from thin air either, as it comes from the German localization of the game!

Chapter Two - Best of Luck

Sweetlopek opened his cabinet and got out three plates. Woodrow had invited himself over for dinner, again.

It was not a rare occurrence; knowing his friend’s problems with cooking, the lumberjack was always happy to do it for him. In his bachelor days, he had been grateful for the company. And even now that his days and nights had become far less lonesome, he was happy to still see and take care of his companion since childhood.

Dryad, bless her, was compassionate enough to understand, and to bear with the interruptions when the warden showed up on the doorstep at various hours and in various states of bedragglement.

But today, it did not seem that desperation nor despair had driven him to their door. He had entered with almost a spring in his step, and when his cloud had tried to follow him inside, there was a teasing mirth in his voice as he cooed, “No, no! You know the rules,” giving it a playful poke with his umbrella until it grumbled with thunder and parked itself out of sight above the roof.

While Sweet started work on the food, Dryad and Woodrow had sat and made pleasant small-talk over the gentle sizzles and soft scraping of wooden spoons on cast-iron pans. Every now and then, from his spot at the stove, the woodsman would glance back at them and see his friend scratching Chipper, the beaver who usually camped out on the lumberjack's head. He was even tossing Chipper's gnawed-up wooden toys across the floor for him to fetch.

The forest spirit, who was already in some measure confused by other Rabbids, was extra baffled by Woodrow, who was a different sort altogether. Sweetlopek had told her that it wasn’t her fault; few people understood the poet, but mostly out of lack of trying, and it was good of her to make the effort. Today, however, she felt that all the progress she had made in comprehending him was being undone, and she was dealing with an entirely different entity. Far from his normal gloomy countenance, he seemed to boil over with delight.

Sweetlopek set the table - he and Dryad next to each other, and Woodrow across from them - and they all sat down together, passing around the heaping pots of vegetables and serving themselves. Dryad didn’t eat very much; in fact, she could entirely subsist on sunlight and rainwater, and berries and nuts… and dirt… but she was growing accustomed to her darling’s vegetarian cooking, and starting to become rather fond of it.

They had been eating for just a few minutes when the lumberjack looked across at his friend. “Alright, Woody,” he said, “spit it out.”

The warden lowered his fork and swallowed a mouthful of peas. “Hmm?”

“I don’t know what it is, but somethin’s gotcha… happy. So why don’cha share with the class, eh?”

Woodrow smiled, somehow looking both shy and proud. “Well… alright, then. You see… I received quite a momentous letter today, and have made all the arrangements. We shall be hosting a celebrity here on Palette Prime.”

“Oh?” said Sweetlopek, somewhat confused but trying to mimic his friend's clear excitement. Usually, neither of them were big fans of the showy visits of the rich and famous.

“Yes,” said the poet, barely containing himself. In a slow, awed voice, he said: “The Phantom is coming.”

The lumberjack stopped dead, his mouth full of corn, the cob he was gnawing still grasped before him in his big paws. After a moment, he swallowed his mouthful and put down his corncob. “What, like a ghost?” he asked.

“Is it that horrible Spark Hunter?” asked Dryad.

“No!!” said Woodrow in dismay, his face falling for the first time that night. “The… THE Phantom! Tom Phan! The Phantom of the Bwahpera!!”

The two lovers looked at him, then at each other, then back at him.

“Oh, come now!” the Warden groaned, putting a hand on his head. He didn’t blame the Dryad, a spirit of the wild, for not knowing… but Sweetlopek… so kind, so strong, so uncultured. “You don’t mean to tell me you don’t know of him!! The opera sensation?! Only one of the best singers in the galaxy - er, he was, anyway. A spectacular presence onstage and off! Foe to Mario, born in the Mushroom Kingdom, merged by the powers of Spawny, giving rise to-”

“OH!!” cried Sweetlopek in sudden recognition. “That guy Bea dated, right? They both blew their voices out, didn’t they?”

Woodrow sighed and shook his head. “Yes, they did,” he said sadly. “In fact, that’s the reason for his visit. He hopes that our fair planet and its natural splendor, its fresh arboreal air, may help restore what he has lost."

“Hmmm,” said the lumberjack, with narrowed eyes. “Welp. Would hate to burst his bubble, but I ain’t sure it works like that.”

Dryad shrugged. “Never doubt the power of the trees, love. Nature will surprise you, if you give it a chance.” She winked at the woodsman playfully. “You of all people should know.”

“Oh, you're right. I know,” he said, suddenly bearing a bashfun grin and giving her a pat on the hand.

“Anyway, the forest surprises even ME, all the time," said Dryad, turning to Woodrow, “and I know more about it than anyone! So if your friend is looking for a cure, perhaps-”

“Oh!! He’s not my friend,” exclaimed Woodrow, his cheeks turning so red it was visible through his fur. “Merely a… merely a… well, we know of each other, but have never met. But yes, perhaps… perhaps friends we shall become.” He added, more quietly, “I think I should like that very much.”

“Well, he sounds like an artistic type, so I’m sure you two will get along just wonderfully!” said Dryad with an encouraging smile, leaning forward with her paws on the table. “Best of luck!”

Sweetlopek nearly spat out his mouthful of pumpkin ale. He choked it down and gave his partner a glance; but she had not realized what she’d done. His eyes traveled nervously over to Woodrow, whose face had become even more elongated, darkened, frozen in horror.

Dryad began to realize that something was amiss, and looked back and forth between the two men. “...What?” she asked.

Sweetlopek leaned over to her. “You said the L-word,” he whispered in her ear, and she immediately looked as stricken as the others.

“OH!” burst from Woodrow, who had overheard- it was hard, after all, to whisper quiet enough for a creature with such large ears to not hear. “O, luck!!” he cried in an agony of disgust.

“So little a word for so great a power!

O villain that threatens me hour by hour!

O knave, O menace that waits at my side!

Dismantler of dreams and punisher of pride-” he slammed his hand on the table in passion, and a huge bolt of lightning and immediate peal of thunder rent the air outside.

“Woody-” began the lumberjack in concern as rain began to lash at the windows.

“O luck,” he continued,

“Thou writest my name in the cruelest of plots,

Thou weavest my fate into tangles and knots!

My most thoughtful plans reduced to insanity;

To plan for my joy, mere folly and vanity!”

The glass that held Dryad’s water cracked and then shattered. She flew off to get a towel while Woodrow took several deep, shuddering breaths, and slumped down in his chair as the rain and loud cracks of thunder continued. Without a word Sweetlopek got up, walked over to him, scooped him up, and took him over to the couch where he laid him down against a pillow. He was breathing hard, racked with a sort of dry sob, an attack of anguish. Sweet had seen it before, many a time. He stroked Woodrow's arm, gently, to ground him in reality and safety, while the wind howled and the rain clawed the windows.

After a few minutes, the poet's breathing calmed down and the thunder around them did as well, not stopping completely, but becoming softer and less frequent. “There now, Woody,” said the lumberjack as Dryad joined them, wringing her paws in worry. “Didja get it all out?”

“I think so,” he said weakly and softly. “But… but I spoke true. Oh, what a fool I’ve been!” He buried his face in his paws, pushing them up behind his glasses until the spectacles were pushed up and off, sliding down onto the couch next to him. “To think, I almost let him come here! Someone who needs good fortune, and good health! Someone… someone I admire. I almost let him come HERE, where I dwell!”

“Almost?!” said Dryad. “I thought you said he was coming?”

“I haven’t written back to him yet,” mumbled Woodrow from behind his hands, tears evident in his voice and visible, creeping and leaking out around the edges of his paws. “There’s still time to tell him not to come. We can’t accommodate him. We’re busy with the harvest. I can invent all manner of excuses…”

Dryad and Sweetlopek looked at each other in despair. He had been so happy earlier, and now…

“So, you’re worried you’ll cause something terrible to happen while he’s here?” Dryad asked.

Woodrow nodded, slowly revealing his reddened eyes and their ever-present look of fatigue and sorrow. “Yes,” he said. “Something could happen around him… something could happen TO him. He’s looking for healing right now. He needs the opposite of… whatever tribulations I shall bring to him. Oh! I should just tell him to go to Gusty Garden Galaxy,” he groaned, “he’s a musician… everyone likes that song they have there…”

“He should come,” said Sweetlopek firmly, giving his friend another pat on the shoulder. “You were so excited about it. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I mean, you've been workin' on containin' yer jinx, right? I’ve seen ya practicin’ in the woods. Yer tryin' to learn to control it, ain’tcha?”

“Yes,” he said, but with an air of defeat. “I keep hoping I can direct it, contain it… but… it’s difficult. I can’t, really. Mere wishful thinking.” He sighed.

Dryad looked at the two friends skeptically, confusion on her face. “Uh… forgive me if this is a silly question,” she said cautiously, “but, Woodrow… have you tried simply… not writing poems? It’s the poems that cause your ill fortune, right?”

“Honey,” said Sweetlopek, looking at her in wry amusement. “Ya might as well ask the trees in yer forest not to grow, or the leaves not to fall. Ya might as well-

“She’s right,” said Woodrow, his voice filled with sudden determination. He pushed himself into a sitting position.

“...What?” said the woodsman, his face snapping back to his old friend in astonishment. “Ya can’t just stop yerself, can ya? Poetry’s the air you breathe. Always been like that, since we were kids. You spit out those rhymes like Chipper spits out sawdust. An' no matter what’s happened, you’ve NEVER stopped! Never been able to, never wanted to.”

“Not until now,” he said, looking at the couple in placid resolution.

“Oh!” said Sweetlopek, more than a little upset. “Bringin' down the moon didn’t do it! The DOOMSTORM didn’t do it! Gettin' yerself nearly killed by a boat didn’t do it- Tristan Woodrow, I thought you were a goner, that day!" The heat in his voice continued to rise. "As long as I've known you, you idiot, I’ve worried my ears off abou'cha! My best friend! But I never wanted you to stop writing, because it’s who y’are. It’s yer nature. And NOW yer gonna stop, because of some… some singer?! Frankly, I don't believe you.”

“Shh, love…” said Dryad, patting her partner on his arm to quell his agitation. She then turned to the poet. “I’m sorry for suggesting it,” she said quickly. “Really, there’s no reason to stop writing your poems. I know how important they are to you, and-”

But the poet - or perhaps, erstwhile poet - was smiling again. He put on his glasses, adjusted them and then stood up, filled with renewed vigor. “Nay, nay!” he cried. “You, dear Dryad, have the wisdom of the forest indeed! There’s a solution to my woes after all, and how simple it is! From the moment the Phantom arrives, I shall go on hiatus from my work. In fact, perhaps this is just what I need to refresh my creative passions. Hmm?”

Sweetlopek was still crossing his burly arms and bearing a deep-set frown, but Dryad looked up at the warden with tentative support. “If that’s… REALLY what you want,” she said. “Then I- WE-” she added pointedly with a glance at her love, “support you.”

“It is!” said Woodrow, his earlier merry demeanor returning, with the rain outside starting to let up, and the watery rays of the sunset starting to once more streak through the windows. “Now, my apologies for the outburst. Let us finish our dinner before it gets cold, shall we?”

The three seated themselves again, and Sweetlopek raised an eyebrow at the warden as they began to eat. His anger dissipated quickly, as his old friend did seem excited and happy, and that was rare enough… so who was he to get in the way of that? He must truly be fond of this Phantom fellow… and said Phantom had better be worth the trouble.

[Next time: Phantom is actually in this story!! Wow!]

#mario + rabbids #mario plus rabbids #mario rpgs #fanfic #woodrow #ts woodrow #the phantom #rabbid dryad #sweetlopek #phandrow

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lichen-thr0pe · 2 years

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It’s national corn on the cob day for you, mister

#national corn day #📆#😂🤳🏼#eating yellow corn 🌽.#cornymeme

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loominggaia · 1 year

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HOLIDAYS OF LOOMING GAIA

(Note: This article is a work-in-progress! More holidays and info will be added over time.)

HOLIDAYS IN EVANGELINE KINGDOM

Harvest Day (Late autumn)

Evangelites celebrate this national holiday in late autumn, just before winter arrives. Farming is a way of life for most Evangelite families, so Harvest Day is considered the biggest holiday of the year in this kingdom. On this day, friends and family join together and have a big feast to honor the year's bounty. What they eat may differ slightly by region, but meat pie, beer, appelchek, and corn on the cob are the classic staples.

Almost all shops and offices in the kingdom close down on this day. Preparations begin early in the morning and don't stop until late at night.

Traditions:

-The women of the family wake up before sunrise and begin indoor preparations. Men take care of outdoor preparations, such as slaughtering livestock and chopping wood for the oven. If the family owns slaves, the slaves will assist with all duties.

-Everyone is expected to fast until dinner time, which starts when the falling sun touches the horizon. Only water may be consumed until then. Before eating, the family matriarch will lead a prayer of gratitude to Mother Gaia.

-Slaves are not permitted to eat until the family finishes their dinner. Instead of the usual staples, slaves traditionally eat beetroot soup, biscuits, and baked apples. Some families allow slaves to eat leftovers from their feast, but this is considered taboo.

Resting Day (Late autumn, day after Harvest Day)

The last crops have been harvested and the year's field work is officially over. Now winter is creeping in, bringing a long period of darkness and scarcity with it. Evangelites celebrate Resting Day to prepare themselves for the upcoming hardship.

For this one day, slaves are relieved of their usual duties and encouraged to rest. Evangelite families also use this day to sleep off their hangovers and recuperate from Harvest Day. Most shops and offices remain closed through this day.

Traditions:

-Citizens and slaves alike will sleep in on this day. Adults don't work and children don't attend school.

-Rather than cooking, everyone eats Harvest Day leftovers.

-After sunset, the family leaves an offering on their doorstep for the local isanae (frost nymphs), in an attempt to gain their favor and ask for mercy during the winter. The type of offering varies, but the most common are coins, jewelry, flowers, and trinkets. If the offering is gone by the next morning, it's believed the isanae have accepted it and will be merciful towards the family. If the offering is still there, it's believed the isanae have rejected it and will carry on with winter as usual. If the offering is still there and also vandalized in some way, it's considered a very bad omen. This means the isanae was offended by the offering and will give the family extra trouble throughout the season.

Defender's Day (Early summer)

This national holiday is dedicated to the kingdom's soldiers, veterans, police officers, and slavers. Civilians honor these professions on this day, believing they make the kingdom a safer place for commoners.

Traditions:

-Each city holds its own parade, in which its local defenders will march to display their might. Bigger cities hold aerial dragoneer performances. There is much music and mirth at these celebrations, but also tears as fallen defenders are honored too. Toy swords are handed out freely to young boys.

-After the parade, defenders go home to a special dinner cooked by their families. Their loved ones also give them a gift to show their gratitude.

-All defenders receive a bit of money from their government on this day. The amount varies depending on their position and how long they have served.

Green Awakening (Early spring)

Winter has finally subsided. The snow is melting, the isanae have cleared off, and now the limniads (plant nymphs) are awakening to breathe life back into the landscape. This is an Evangelite Lindist holiday which honors all nymphs, but particularly limniads and dryads.

Traditions:

-Citizens encourage the nymphs to wake up by leading a musical procession through the wilderness, playing instruments and singing songs in the nymphs' honor.

-Families leave an offering outside for the local limniads and dryads. The offerings differ, but families typically choose things that will attract specific types of nymphs to their property. For example, a farmer who wishes to attract pumpkin limniads to his field might leave pumpkin seeds, pumpkin-themed jewelry, or pumpkin pie.

-Slaves who work farms begin planting on this day.

-Women traditionally dress in floral prints on this day.

King's Day (Current king's birthday)

The date of this national holiday changes every time a new High King takes the throne, as it's celebrated on his birthday. In cases where the king was born on an existing holiday, he will choose a different date to celebrate his own.

Traditionally, Evangelites only observe the birthday of the king--not the queen, prince, or princess. In rare cases where the king dies prematurely, queens have taken the throne in their place. Still, the queen's birthday is not observed, and instead Evangelites continue celebrating the day of her late husband's birth until a new king takes her place.

Traditions:

-All Evangelite cities will hold a public celebration, but none celebrate harder than the capital city, where the king resides. All citizens are granted the day off from school and work to attend this kingdom-wide birthday bash. Those who live near the capital may travel to the castle grounds, where they might see the king in person. Others will celebrate from afar with music, decorations, dancing, and plenty of beer.

-While many view this holiday as nothing more than a flimsy excuse to drink, others take it more seriously, using it as an opportunity not only to honor their leader, but to show their patriotism for the kingdom itself. These individuals can be seen parading their kingdom's banner around town, encouraging others to get into the spirit.

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National corn on the cob day + pigs today’s #juneartparty prompt Pelli is trying to be a dainty eater with her bib

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doc-avalon · 11 months

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Holidays and items of note for June, 11 2023.

King Kamehameha Day (Hawaii) falls on June 11 and celebrates the accomplishments of “Kamehameha the Great.” He’s credited with uniting the Hawaiian Islands in 1810.

Race Unity Day (Bahá’í National Spiritual Assembly) Started in 1957. The purpose was to combat racism by focusing attention on racial prejudice. Racism is the belief that humans are divided into exclusive entities called ‘races,’ that there is a link between personality and physical traits, and that some races are superior to others.

National Corn on the Cob Day (U.S.)

National Children’s Day (U.S.)

National German Chocolate Cake Day (U.S.)

#King Kamehameha #corn on the cob #german chocolate cake #holidays

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rabbitcruiser · 2 years

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National Corn on the Cob Day

Nothing says summer quite like a perfectly grilled (or boiled) corn on the cob, doused with butter, salt, pepper, or perhaps a more creative seasoning profile.

In the middle of the table sits a giant bowl covered with a layer of aluminum foil, with steam gently escaping from around the edges, rich with the smell of fabulous, buttery corn on the cob.

It’s Corn on the Cob Day!

History of Corn On The Cob Day

Corn on the cob comes in more varieties than a person might think! Sure there’s the traditional yellow corn, but there are also white and mixed colored corn that can be eaten on the cob.

Corn On The Cob Day is the opportunity to try different flavors, grab the butter, and enjoy delicious corn on the cob!

How To Celebrate Corn On The Cob Day

Celebrating Corn On The Cob Day is simple and fun! Try these ideas for celebrating or create new ideas:

Try Different Ways of Cooking Corn on the Cob

Explore Seasoning Options

Try these varieties:

Cajun Corn on the Cob. Mix garlic powder, onion powder, red pepper, paprika and oregano, then sprinkle lightly.

Corn on the Cob Citrus Seasoned Salt. Add sea salt, hot smoked paprika, black pepper, smoked salt, and finely grated orange zest, then rub on (while cooking on the grill, if preferred).

Italian Corn on the Cob. Go Italian by sprinkling buttered corn on the cob with parmesan cheese, powdered garlic and italian seasonings (basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme and marjoram).

Learn More About Corn

The word ‘maiz’ or ‘maize’ has Native American/Spanish language origins and that is what this grain is called in many languages.

Most cobs of corn have an average of 800 kernels, arranged in 16 rows around the cob.

Corn is produced on all of the inhabited continents on the planet (but it cannot grow in Antarctica).

The United States is the largest single producer of corn on the planet, providing at least 40% of the world’s corn harvest.

Celebrate Corn on the Cob All Summer Long

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doctorfriend79 · 2 years

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🌽 Happy National Corn On The Cob Day! 🌽

#National Corn On The Cob Day #Corn On The Cob #Photography

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murderousink23 · 2 years

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6/11/2022 is World Jaguar Day, National Rosé Day, National Corn on the Cob Day, National German Chocolate Cake Day, World Gin Day, Queen's Birthday.

#jaguar #rosé wine #corn on the cob #german chocolate cake #world gin day 2022 #queen's birthday

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rararazaquato · 2 years

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bitches will be like "uhhh i dont want to eat gmos thats bad for you it isnt natural!!!" as if selective breeding and cultivation isn't just long-form genetic modification. we've been gm'ing those o's since humans invented agriculture. your dog is a gmo; we selectively bred it (aka long-term genetically modified it) into a new organism (i.e. not a fucking wolf).

like, you ever seen the ancestor to corn?

this is teosinte, in comparison to a quarter coin (courtesy of the National Science Foundation). there are, like, -12 kernels per cob and they're super fibrous without a lot of meat in them. indigenous farmers in modern-day mexico selectively bred these things for fleshier, more plentiful kernels until maize/corn was created.

now, does this mean all genetically modified organisms are healthy and good or whatever? i don't fucking know, i'm just some college student who remembered a fun fact from ap biology. but dismissing all gmos as bad and horrible is just ignoring the fact that if it weren't for indigenous people selectively breeding teosinte, corn-on-the-cob would be the size of your index finger.

#biology #gmo #teosinte #corn #agriculture #we aren't gonna bring up that i start talking abt plant biology as soon as i change my pfp #if gibson smoking weed turns me into a plant scientist then so be it

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katiajewelbox · 2 years

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I got a lot of stimulating questions for “Fascination of Plants Day”. Here are some questions and my answers.

Q: Here's a simple one, how do plants breath? A: Through their stomata, the microscopic pores usually found on the undersides of leaves. These tiny mouths can open and close depending on humidity, light stimulus, and chemical signals. The pores allow CO2 to enter the leaf and oxygen to exit as part of photosynthesis. Plants also do aerobic respiration, and in this case they take in oxygen and give off CO2 when releasing energy.

Q: Do plants undergo UV damage too? A: Yes they do! Excessive UV radiation can damage the DNA in plant tissue just like in human skin cells. Damage to the photosynthesis cellular equipment is a big danger from UV light. Plants have a plethora of other pigments, like anthocyanins, to help absorb excess UV light and keep the correct amount of UV light stimulating photosynthesis but not damaging the cells.

Q: Which plant is historically the most important? Why? A: One highly important plant in human history that often gets overlooked is the Rubber Tree (Hevea brasiliensis). This South American tree's secretions are the raw material for natural rubber. Indigenous Americans discovered the latex's potential for making rubber sports balls, chewing gum, and works of art but it wasn't until the Industrial Revolution in the Western world that rubber became really important. A lot of Industrial Revolution transportation technology, like automobiles, hoses, tires, modern cooking equipment, and more rely on rubber components. The cultivation of rubber tree plantations also changed the political and economic history of many nations in South America, Southeast Asia, and Africa in the late 19th century.

Q: Which discovery from plant science has had the widest application in other fields through reverse engineering? A: This is a question with a lot of answers, but one example I like is Barbara McClintock's discovery of transposons or "jumping genes" in Native American multicoloured corn. The mysterious colour patterns of these beautiful corn cobs, which are a popular autumn home decor item in North America, inspired the scientist to look into the biological cause of the colour patterns. Subsequently, these jumping genes were found in all prokaryotes and eukaryotes and help explain the presence of non-coding DNA.

Q: Hello, please tell me what method and fertilizer should be used to enlarge and spread the leaves of flowers and plants. Thank you. A: Hi there! For encouraging leaf development, I recommend using fertilisers that are high in nitrogen. A natural high nitrogen fertiliser is processed chicken manure. To encourage flower and fruit development, a fertiliser higher in phosphates is better. A natural choice is blood, fish, and bone meal.

Q: Any thoughts on how to get rid of the lily beetle? A: There are commercial pesticides, but another approach might be to introduce parasitoid wasps into your garden! These are tiny wasps that are harmless to humans but prey upon the Lily Beetles (Lilioceris lilii). The wasps lay their eggs in the beetle larvae bodies, and eat them from the inside out. Gruesome, but a natural and effective way to control the beetle population. There are some native British species of parasitoid wasp shown to be effective against Lily Beetle overpopulation, so maybe these could be introduced into your garden?

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