Something went very wrong at the Wegmans yesterday: They had no creamed corn! It was a suicide mission to begin with entering the grocery store on the Sunday before Thanksgiving. Certain areas of the store were hazardous for maneuvering those weirdly shaped Wegmans carts.
If the apocalypse were upon us would so many people be jammed into the produce section fighting for position near the potatoes? The butter might as well have been bars of gold the way people were grasping for them. And then we got to the canned vegetable section…
Creamed corn is what I require to make my awesome Corn Pudding. (The trick to getting through tight aisles is planning and coordination. Know what you want - Know where it is - Try to grab it without stopping. Like picking up a package of Huggies off the side of road without getting out of your car.) But on this day, my friends, there was no creamed corn. No creamed corn! (Shouts into the sky.)
Going against my plan of extraction, I had to linger in the aisle because I could not find the creamed corn. Minutes passed. More and more people began to fill the aisle. The people all had looks on their faces: “Why isn’t he just getting in and getting out? What’s his problem?” Soon there was a group of us searching for creamed corn. It had turned into a game of Where’s Waldo with the success or failure of Thanksgiving dinner hanging in the balance.
In the end we obtained our creamed corn. And let’s show a little respect for creamed corn this year. I had no idea it held such a valuable spot on America’s Thanksgiving table.
