Love corn on the cob but hate boiling it? There’s an easier way that brings out better flavor: use a slow cooker! This method allows the corn to steam perfectly, retaining all its sweet taste.
Ingredients:
- 8-10 ears of corn
- 1/3 cup water
- 1 tablespoon lemon juice
- Unsalted butter, kosher salt, freshly ground pepper, fresh herbs, or green onion to taste
Preparation:
- Place the corn in the slow cooker and add 1/3 cup water.
- Cook on HIGH for 2 1/2-3 hours, until the corn is “bright yellow and tender.”
- Use tongs to remove the corn, then season with salt, pepper, butter, lemon juice, and herbs.
- “Serve immediately and enjoy!”
This simple method makes corn on the cob a breeze to prepare, delivering the full flavor you love without the hassle of boiling.
I Found Out My Daughter-in-Law Uses Trips to My House as a Punishment — So I Came Up with a Smart Strategy
Upon learning that her daughter-in-law sends her grandchildren to her as a form of discipline, Gina feels both upset and determined. Instead of reacting angrily, she makes sure her home is a safe haven for her grandchildren. Eventually, she decides to teach her daughter-in-law an unforgettable lesson.
“We are only here because you ate that candy that Mom was saving for Dad, Jacob. Mom told you not to!” I overheard my grandson, Thomas, telling his younger brother.
I paused in the kitchen, torn between the fridge and the counter, straining to catch more of their conversation. My heart sank, dreading that I had heard Thomas correctly, as it could mean my grandchildren weren’t genuinely eager to visit me.
I walked towards them slowly, trying to act casual.
“What do you mean by that, sweetheart?” I asked.
Thomas looked up, eyes wide in surprise.
“Uh, nothing, Grandma,” he said quickly.
No, really, it’s okay,” I gently insisted, kneeling down to their level. “You can tell me anything.”
Thomas glanced at Jacob, who nervously bit his lip while gripping his toy.
“Well, every time we do something naughty, or we ask for things we shouldn’t…” Thomas hesitated.
“Yes, go on,” I encouraged gently.
“Mom says that she’ll send us to ‘that witch’s house.’”
“That witch?” I repeated, stunned.
Amanda, my daughter-in-law, had always been somewhat cold to me, but telling the kids such stories? It was heartbreaking. I had always tried to create a welcoming and safe space for my grandchildren.
But this?
Realizing Amanda was turning them against me was more than I could bear. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my voice, wondering what my grandchildren truly thought of me.
“Oh, honey,” I said. “I never wanted you to think of my home as a punishment. If you don’t want to come here, you don’t have to.”
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