Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Corn Season

Photo by Salt Water New England


  1. I grew up with Golden Bantam corn. My favorite way to get it off the cob was to remove one row all the way down the ear and then get it off the cob row by row without ever breaking open a kernel until it was in my mouth. My Dad, a great guy and a great gardner was not one to joke around or pull pranks but every year he grew some Country Gentleman corn which is not in rows on the cob and for the short time that was the only corn we had, I had to just gnaw it off the cob, which even a kid, I thought was a bit... and no, I'm not like Niles and Frasier but I thought my way was the only way. I never complained but as I look back on it, my Dad must have loved disrupting my system.

    1. You are distant cousin perhaps to a woman I once observed. She sat in a market alongside the Congo River. Next to her was a burlap sack filled with hard kernels of corn. So fixated was she on this grain that she, with the help of a straw, extracted through the holes in the sack single kernel by single kernel of corn.

  2. One of the pleasures of summer in Idaho is seeing (and frequenting) all the farm stands with so many ears of corn.


  3. I grew up in Ohio, where corn is a religion. I remember that eating six or more ears over dinner was common. That's now the Midwest grows all those excellent linebackers.

  4. Fresh picked corn - utter, utter bliss.

  5. My dad grew up a farmer in Concord and when he got his own plot of land, which became the house and land I grew up on, he continued to grow food for the family on a small one acre spot of garden next to the clothesline and the house. Butter and sugar corn was a staple and delight of summer. After being picked it was left up to the kids to husk the corn. I recall dreading the notion that I would get the ears with the worm inside, something about those worms seemed horrific to this child's sense. I was certain they would bite my fingers off!

    After my Dad passed and we stopped growing food on his garden plot, we frequented the old Arena Farms farm stand in Concord for years; alas, that went out of business about a decade ago, as have so many other similar family farms.

    Nevertheless, butter and sugar corn has long been a staple of summer living for me. Nothing beats freshly picked corn on he cob. Hold the worms, if you please : )

    The Concord Diaspora

  6. One of my delights as a child was making cornhusk dolls after husking the corn. My sister and I always thought finding the worms was exciting!

  7. In the Midwest, in August when the corn is growing FAST, on those dead still nights when the cars are gone and no air is moving you can hear the corn growing. If anyone has seen a houseplant suddenly spring a leaf, imagine standing in a field of corn with leaves that have grown against each other all day in the sun suddenly springing free all across the fields. It is a constant rustling. You can hear it growing.