It’s last night. My brother Jonathan is calling me. I know what he wants to ask.
“We already ate supper tonight. You can’t come over.”
“Abbie, if we bring some delicious, fresh picked, native sweet corn…”
That’s pretty much how my brothers invited themselves over for supper tonight. But it’s OK, because they brought a dozen ears of corn that they picked just before they came over. It won’t be on sale at our farm market until Thursday, so we got a special sneak preview. It was sweet and tender “Butter and Sugar” corn. We boiled it for a minute or so, until just cooked. Served with a little butter and salt and pepper, nothing says “Summer!” like native corn.
I’ve decided that next week will be “Corn Week” and I’m brainstorming posts… If you have any requests for Corn Week posts, leave a comment.