I made a great, tasty mix of different vegetables with chicken and noddles, and other crap today, and I did my best to avoid ANY baby corn. It was definitely a conscious decision, but one I forgot about until I was almost finished my bowl.

Sitting at the bottom, among some chickpeas and celery, was an ear of baby corn. I think I may have made an audible gasp when it caught my eye. A mutant! What the hell is that thing… lying on its side, awkwardly looking up at me. I did my best to avoid touching it with my fork. I’m sorry but eating baby corn is like eating an aborted corn fetus.