1. Judge everyone who doesn’t prepare sweet corn like your mom.
You harken back to the days when you detasseled it yourself, when you came home crying, covered in sunburns and corn rash after 10-hour shifts in the same field over and over in the middle of July. You got tackled endlessly and could never see it coming, you waded through families of skin-crawling corn spiders, you got poked in the eye too many times by razor-thin corn leaves and now you have to witness the travesty of overcooked sweet corn on top of it? No. No, no, no. Unacceptable.