In a city like this where we actually have a corn water tower, you would expect to find the finest corn anywhere. Usually, it doesn't disappoint. Waiting all year for that 3-week span in August where ears of corn are coming out of our ears. It took a while this year, but I finally have eaten the perfect cob of corn. You can't really search for it, like the holy grail. It just has to happen. As in the past, it was a free cob, from "some farmer's field". Just that ripe perfection, juice squirting everywhere when you taste it--sweeter than candy. Ah, but perfection never lasts, and this will soon be gone, too. Til next summer!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
You call it corn, we call it . . .A"MAIZ"ING!
In a city like this where we actually have a corn water tower, you would expect to find the finest corn anywhere. Usually, it doesn't disappoint. Waiting all year for that 3-week span in August where ears of corn are coming out of our ears. It took a while this year, but I finally have eaten the perfect cob of corn. You can't really search for it, like the holy grail. It just has to happen. As in the past, it was a free cob, from "some farmer's field". Just that ripe perfection, juice squirting everywhere when you taste it--sweeter than candy. Ah, but perfection never lasts, and this will soon be gone, too. Til next summer!
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