Rather Corny

To me and my brood, nothing quite symbolizes the start of summer like corn on the cob. The sweet earthy scent of the husk and silk, the sweet tender kernels dripping with dairy butter and sea salt, corn on the cob ranks right up there with bonfires, smores and hotdogs roasted on sticks.

Yesterday while doing my bi weekly errand run, I was happy to see the produce guy wheel out a pallet bin full of the first crop of the year (well the first crop here this year). At only .49 cents a cob I thought that my budget and family would approve. When lil miss arrived home from school and discovered "whats for dinner" she eagerly offered to help husk the corn.

Burgers were grilled, a salad was tossed and the corn had a steamy hot bath in salt water. When we finally sat down to supper, the sweet juicy corn was quickly devoured before the burgers or salad were even touched and we all agreed it was perhaps the best tasting corn we had ever ate.