In Which I Discover Why They Are Called Earwigs (even though I’ve never seen one close to anyone’s ear)
This is seriously the sweetest corn I’ve ever tasted. Seriously, I’m not just biased because it came from my own garden. I had to call mom yesterday to ask her how to tell when corn is ripe. She gave me some pointers and I decided tonight to have a go at a couple of them. OMG! I’m pretty sure I saved the seed packet so I can look up what kind it is. I planted it late, and we don’t really get enough heat here in the summer to grow much corn, so I didn’t really expect to get any corn at all. But a few of the plants got big enough to produce a medium sized ear (that’s not a full-sized plate in the picture), and it was so worth it. I was saving a chocolate/coconut muffin for dessert, but after the corn, I’m not really wanting anything else sweet. This probably means that it’s bad for me or something, doesn’t it?
And also, it’s a good thing it was that fabulous, because shucking them was an adventure.
