This year I didn't even plant corn. I know....I know...it really is a staple of summertime, but it just didn't make it into, what I will now refer to as my, "Jungle Garden".
Lucky for me there was a lovely, older gentleman selling bags of sweet corn, on the side of the road. Here in Smalltownland, Amish folks and gentleman farmers like to sell their produce here and there. And so, I slammed on the breaks and bought about fifty ears of corn.
The weather was quite poor when I got home, so I shucked the corn in the kitchen.
I won't do that again.
There was corn silk everywhere.
Here is the reality of cleaning, cooking, and cutting fresh corn off of the cob.
It was a big mess.
But, it was totally worth it.