August 3rd, 2009
I am originally a Midwesterner, with roots in Illinois and Iowa. We are known to be a Bible-loving people, but the honest truth is that for most of us, farm-fresh sweet corn ranks right up there with Jesus.
I had my first corn of the season this weekend and it was truly a religious experience. Sweet corn has been available at the markets for weeks, but I resisted the temptation to buy too soon — last year I jumped the gun and my first batch wasn’t very good, thereby tarnishing the entire season somehow.
But Saturday morning, I picked up a few ears at the local farmer’s market and they were divine. There’s much debate in my family about the proper way to eat sweet corn — side to side like a typewriter or round and round. I confess to employing a mixture of techniques. Whatever it takes to eat as much as possible as fast as possible.
As long as you end up with corn smeared all over your face and butter on your fingers, you done good.