The First of the Season
Mmm mmmmm! I don't know about anywhere else, but corn on the cob is a 'thing' here. Every year, we wait impatiently for those first ears of corn to ripen. The first corn on the cob of the season hit the outdoor kiosks this past week and is it ever good! I always frequent one family's kiosks as they only sell Jubilee corn on the cob, the absolute best and sweetest.Even when I was a little girl, Dad & Mom would load all five of us kids up in the station wagon and head out to the valley (where I live now) to buy Jubilee corn. Sure, I've had other corn, peaches and cream, which is very prevalent here, but it doesn't compare to the Jubilee. The route I take for my bike ride is full of cornfields now, although I think much of it is 'cow' corn - completely different from the Jubilee, although I think the cows enjoy theirs as much as I enjoy mine.
I used to strip the husks off the corn and boil it like my Mom used to, but found barbecuing it in it's husk far more flavourful. That first mouthful of corn tonight, I'm sure my tastebuds were having an o*gasm. Juicy, super sweet, firm but not tough. There's absolutely nothing like it.
It looks like the vegetable du jour will be corn on the cob until we can't get it anymore (September), and I'm sick of it (I don't think there is such a thing). Tonight's dinner, bbq'd ribs and corn on the cob. Now that's a meal!
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I like this the most.
That makes it twice as nice. Now it is raspberry season here. It started last week.
I know where there are fields of them growing wild.
We never get the variety of melons that the northwest grew. Oh I miss the northwest but thankfully I love the tropical foods that are great here.
You lost me at cantaloupe. I hate that stuff, and it's one thing that I absolutely refuse to eat. Ugh! Now honeydew? Yeah!
It's been raspberry season here for a few weeks, and strawberries. Yum! The blackberries are ripening now as well, so there's good pickings along my bike route.
When I was a little girl, Dad would dig up the potatoes we'd grown, wrap them in foil, and bury them in the pile of leaves that he was burning. He'd send me in to grab the butter dish, and we'd sit on the low wall across from the garden, swiping our potatoes across the butter before taking a bite. The best potatoes I've ever had!
There's a lot to be said for fresh local fruit and veggies.