When I was about 13 years old I spend most of my summer with Aunt Vera and her daughters Linda, Kathy and Kelly. We lived on a farm in Indiana and each had our own pony or horse to ride to make our summer more enjoyable. Aunt Vera was a lover of amimals. Along with our horses and ponies, she had 10 fish tanks in the house and a monkey on a leash. I can still remember some of the meals she made for us on that farm in Indiana. I can remember her sending us down to the field to pick corn for dinner. It wasn't until I got married that I realized something about the corn that we gathered for her to fix. After I was married and Terry and I moved to our dream home in the country (where we live now 33 years later) I noticed that the corn in the fields around us was growing about knee high that 4th of july. I told my husband "I can't wait till we can eat that corn!" He gave me a crazed look and said "You don't eat that, cows eat it!" Well,I wondered in my astonishment....If we weren't going to eat that corn then what corn were we going to eat?! He then proceded to give me a lesson on the difference between field corn and garden sweet corn. He is a corn snob. It has to be yellow and white and just young enough to be filled out but not big enough to be "ready for the crib". I however, tend to like it "ready for the crib" just like Aunt Vera used to make it for us.
So this week as we put up our corn in the freezer, we chose the young tender yellow and white sweet corn but I always grab a few dark yellow tough ones to mix in. It brings back some wonderful memories of Vera and the girls on the farm. It's much more fun stealing it out of the farmers field too. Corn snobs don't know what they are missin!
