No, I'm not referring to the weather - which pretty much could be described as so hot you contemplate peeling off your own skin.
I'm referring to the season of corn. Oh, sweet corn! (Do not confuse this with anything that has ever been served at a restaurant - that is barely food.)
I love the impatience of sweet corn. When it is ready for picking - you must pick it NOW.
It is fast to cook.
I love that when you really know corn - you know that the good stuff is not the overly large kernels. The good stuff is the baby small kernels because they are full of sweetness.
It is fast to pass - sweet corn (or at least the good stuff) is short lived.
This is how it has come that when we have sweet corn - we HAVE corn. Like corn equals a meal for me.
So the other night - I steamed up a pot of corn on the cob. A pot that should have fed everyone in the house...
And somehow, by the time hubby reached the kitchen - the pot had been emptied and was on round 2.
See? Corn season really is short around here.
2 comments:
Mmmmm...I haven't had any good fresh corn this year. Now you're making me want some.
I don't think I told you about going to the farmer's market the other day? And I tried to buy something, and the guy was like, "Not until 4:00. We get in trouble if we sell anything before 4:00, and THAT guy over there is the Market Master." It was like 3:30! What the heck??? I had errands to run and didn't have time to go back.
I love fresh corn on the cob! But I refuse to eat it in public since it gets stuck in my teeth and bugs me.
But now I'm going to have to stop by the farmer's market tomorrow and pick some up. I'm suddenly craving it...
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