Sweet Corn

Well, I broke my rules and now I have to pay the piper and go swimming. Yesterday there was a sweet corn sale at church... Locally grown... Still cool from its early morning picking. I gave all but four ears to my daughter and her family and last night we had it with our dinner.

OMGosh! That one piece of corn, with butter and a touch of salt was so sinfully delicious that I believe I am set for the season. It was pure heaven and the memory of that flavor will take me until next summer when I'll have another ear of corn. But facing the meter this morning...

128 (sigh) Back to being good, but it was sooooo worth it!

Thanks Warren! So now can I have corn every night? (giggle) I am just a nut about Michigan sweet corn. When we were kids (there were six of us) my parents used to get veggies from local farms to keep us all fed. I remember facing that fresh bushel of corn and my little brothers and I cleaning a mountain of ears. We never minded this chore because it was in preparation for that sweet treat. We used to eat corn until our little tummies would bulge.

Sometimes food plans go awry when we forget about the emotional impact of food. For me, sweet corn doesn't just taste good, if brings back a whole flood of memories from carefree summers of my childhood. Biting into the cob is like a trip back in a time machine. It wasn't until I gave up my grains that I realized I'd be missing out on corn and the little kid in me just couldn't take it!