08/21/2019
sweet corn || memories from my childhood
Dad and us kids walking over to the fields with a bucket, playing with our dog Sammie on the way. Finding the right patch, dad reminds us which ones to look for. Taking the whole ears, husks and all, and throwing them in the bucket until it was full. Walking back to the house to sit on the porch, just as the golden rays of sunset start to appear. Mom brings out a bowl and we start cleaning the ears. Dad reminds us that there’s a wrong way and a right way to take the husks off (lol) and not to forget the strings. Once they’re all clean, they go straight to a pot of water to boil, then out to be eaten (after being salted and rolled in butter of course) at the family table as the sun sets ||
Thanks to my childhood, I’m an absolute snob when comes to sweet corn. Sadly, I’m barely home during the summer anymore so I haven’t had it in a minute. Thankfully my parents brought a whole bucket full to our family trip in Charleston and I got to reminisce on simpler times. ❤️