Nothing says summer here in the Midwest quite like corn on the cob. While crops are suffering tragically this year, with a bleak future for farmers and consumers alike, there is still local sweet corn to be found. Not knowing quite what tomorrow will bring, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision to head to a farmers market where I knew the first ears of sweetness might be.
A dozen silken ears clothed in green husks immediately found their way into my car. Half of them were on the table for Wednesday night supper.
I nibbled away, attacking each golden kernel with determination, butter dripping recklessly down my fingers, barely catching my breath, and feeling a bit like Tom Hanks in the movie Big.