I can’t remember exactly at what age I stopped eating corn or the very first reason that gave me my aversion of the popular finger food. All I know is that I don’t like it. Have I eaten it before? Well yeah, during those few occasions when there was absolutely nothing else on the table nor in the food cabinet. I did, but as much as possible I stay away from it.

Why? I guess at the top of my head, it’s just that it’s still corn when it comes out! Get it? I know it’s gross that’s why I don’t indulge - not while on the cub, not even when in butter or in loose kernels already. If there’s anything else, then anything else would be better than corn.

Andrea knows about this. Some of my workmates also know about this. That’s why I don’t get any offers when it comes to corn. That’s also why I thought Mateo would get the same aversion of corn as me, but I was wrong - so wrong!

Here he is greedily gnawing at a cub from the canteen.