This is coming a little late, but...isn't late summer corn just awesome? I spent a couple of weeks at my mom's house in September and ate corn straight from the farm as often as possible. This wacky ear? Looked like yellow river stone put together on the cob...but tasted like sweet summer.
I'll miss the corn until next year. Nothing measures up to a tender, fresh-picked, barely cooked corn. It is summer.
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