It'll boil out.

So, we picked some sweet corn yesterday.

A neighbor farmer grew some in the middle of his corn silage and invited us to gather our fill of the stuff. Which, unsurprisingly, turned into an event.

Where I learned a little something about myself.

First, my Easter egg hunting skills do reflect how I handle tasks such as corn pickin'. Translation: I am slow. For every five ears Brandon picked, I added one to my bucket.

To be fair, though, I was also more selective.

I also found out last night I might have a little more of my mother in me than I thought.

You see, my family sits on quite opposite sides of the fence went it comes to food safety.

My dad? Well, let's just say he's probably never even tried to find an expiration date on any sort of food item before consuming it. (Which he regretted once, after a battle with food poisoning from some old cheese in a can. But not enough to change his habits.)

My mom, on the other hand? She's more likely to throw something out two weeks before it expires, and would be more than happy to toss out supper leftovers that aren't eaten by breakfast the next morning.

I tend to lean toward my Dad's line of thought: I test expiration dates (although I do check them, and heed their warning), and eat leftovers well beyond the bounds of a normal person.

My sister typically is more on my mom's side of the spectrum, but not quite as dramatic about it.

And my brothers? Well, they're currently in the typical teenage boy "eat everything in sight" phase, so I'm not really sure where they stand.

Anyway, back to the corn pickin'. So we're trotting along, and Brandon mentions that he's seeing a lot of worms in the ears we're picking through.

I say, "Well, you're not getting those, are you?"

"Sure I am. "

"Brandon, no way am I eating a wormy piece of corn."

"Well you don't eat the worm. It'll boil out."

"So, what? I pick the worm off and throw the corn in the pot?"

"Exactly. It'll be fine."

I was still skeptical, and left with a slight churning in my stomach at the thought.

This morning at breakfast, we were both ready for some of our freshly picked sweet corn, so I decided to get a skillet of burrito fixin's going with some diced potatoes, onion, Rotel, sausage and sweet corn. (And an egg on the side for me.)

When it was time to slice some corn off the cob to add to the skillet, I reached into one of our bags, and came out with an ear Brandon had already chomped into to "test" it. I unwrap the husk a bit, and there sits a fat, juicy worm.

I tried, y'all.

I really did.

My stomach just couldn't handle throwing those particular kernels in the skillet. So I dug around until I found two worm-free ears.

When Brandon came in the kitchen, I told him I just couldn't eat his wormy ears of corn.

Once again, he resorted to his comment, "It'll boil out."

So, who's with me? Do I just sound prissy? Or does anyone else find it a bit disgusting to gnaw on an ear of corn a worm inhabited just prior to boiling?