Corn on the cob

We were invited to dinner at a friend's house tonight -- Southern fare featuring shrimp and grits, corn on the cob and peach cobbler. We tried to share with Biscuit, but he wanted to stick with the individual-sized pizza that was made for him.

But after he watched us gnawing on our corn on the cob, Biscuit suddenly grew quite interested. Every time I took a bite, Biscuit would say, "It my turn, Mom," and he would grab the handles on either end of my corn.

Finally, the hostess and another one of our friends cut off a small piece of one cob, stuck handles in either end and let Biscuit handle it himself. He shows no interest at all in whole-kernel corn, but for some reason, that cob was speaking to him. And he did a pretty good job eating it, too.

Check him out:


























The dish of shrimp and grits had pieces of bacon sprinkled on top, and Biscuit somehow slipped a piece of bacon off my plate. Here's what he had to say about it: