I'm a week behind. Last week Sunday our church had fall festival. Jim proudly brought his hand crank corn sheller. In the field behind the church we grew sweet corn and popcorn. The kids took turns pushing the corn cobs down into the sheller and hearing/watching the popcorn get stripped from the cob. Everybody loves doing this. We use to have a corn sheller at the farm but it was destroyed in a fire several years ago. Jim bought this sheller at an auction earlier this year and now is in heaven shelling popcorn. He also picked sweet corn, let is dry on the cob and shelled it. Tonight, as I'm typing, he is putting that shelled corn into the "Magic Bullet" and grinding it into corn meal and making cornmeal muffins. Except for the electricity to grind the corn, we are living the life of the prairie days. It would be much cheaper or at least faster to just go buy a box of cornmeal at the store, but not as much fun for Jim. When the popcorn is dry he will bag it up and take it to church to hand out. He is also planning on bagging up some of his cornmeal to hand out. I married a farm boy.