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In Praise of Sweet Corn
For most of the year, I can take or leave corn. I like it fine, but don't get too excited about opening a can or a bag of Green Giant.
But for a few short weeks during the summer, I could eat corn on the cob every single day. There is a farmer down Bilmore's way who has produce stands in strategic parts of the metro area, fortunately quite close to the Manor, who sells really good sweet corn to us city folks.
There is nothing like corn that has been off the stalk for less than 12 hours. The less time between picking and eating, the better. Back in my country girl days, the Fugee Mom would get the water boiling while the sibs and I went out to the garden to pick supper. But without my own vegetable garden** I have to settle for corn picked earlier in the day.
If I get sick of eating it boiled with a little butter and salt, I'll get fancy and try it grilled or with seasoned butters.
**I might consider this for next year. My back yard is big, boring and treeless. A nice stand of sweet corn would be like a privacy fence from my next door neighbor.
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