The Diminutive One decided to go the whole hog and make humitas at the weekend. Dismissing my suggestion of buying frozen corn with a "Are you crazy?", she threw herself into the task like a woman possessed, wielding a large knife with such ferocity that I feared for my extremities in such a small kitchen. I retired to the safety of the sofa, being summoned only for reaching things in high cupboards (she is the Diminutive One), or to photograph procedings for posterity. If the photos don't make any sense, or the corn appears to turn from mush back into corn, then I've uploaded the pics in the wrong order.
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