Friday, May 27, 2011
Y'all know who you are! hahah!
I'm talking about those who wait every year for Silver Queen or Golden Queen or any other sweet corn to finally come to market. Sweet corn, loaded in big coolers with tons of ice on top to keep it next to frozen. Oh, what a magical time at market. Everyone rushes to ya asking for 8 ears and some picky people shuck them right there, which I think is rude, and look at it and go to the next and shuck that one, you aren't picking out a Christmas tree or Wedding China, it's just sweet corn and it's gonna be good!
Those who love candy corn and johnny cakes or Hoe Cakes, hey!, that dear, ol' Paula Deen used to make. Paula, I love you, but why didn't you come to meet me at your restaurant when I went to the Lady and Sons to drop off my spices and lollipops for you and your staff. It was very rude of you not to even send me a thank you card. I did travel from Caroline Co, Virginia all the way to Savannah, Georgia to see you. Where are your manners my dear! Ugh, when I'm big and famous, I'm gonna remember my fans who got me there.
Y'all who are nodding, salivating, or have shot your arm straight up in the air and said that's me! Oh ME! I love corn too! We have something in common. I love corn!
Corn was the very first thing I remember eating at 11 months. Homegrown sweet corn. Ain't nothing like it in the world! (sorry but I just had to use the words ain't and y'all when talking about corn).
So I ate my first ear of RAW sweet corn last night that I had picked up from market and then Usher song played in my head as the world melted away and I was left with all of the yummy sensations of eating raw sweet corn right off of the ear!
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh my gosh!
to quote Usher or Will I Am from BEPs, who I think wrote the song but Ush sang it. Any who. I'm sure neither hip-hop-popstars were talking about raw sweet corn when they laid down that track, hahah!
Talking about pop-songs, we have a song that we sing while washing our hands at GreenHearts Farm. It's actually to the tune of Beyonce's All My Single Ladies. We sing "all my dirty farmers, all my dirty farmer, all my dirty farmers put your hands UP!" While we are washing up in the utility sink. Even my husband, VMI CLASS of 2002!!! sings this song, I think he actually started singing it first! He's quite the clever minx.
How come no one has ever stopped me on the street and told me never to boil water for sweet corn. People tell me the craziest things that I could never use and never remember either! Why wasn't something as important and life changing as this, one of the whispers in my ear, hahah! Dagnabbit, I had to wait almost three decades to figure this one out, on my own, out of sheer survival.
Last night, after my farmer's market, I was so hungry I just couldn't wait for the water to boil and the corn looked all lovely and the color of butter and I just went for it. I enjoyed it so much that I had to research immediately, before I shucked the second ear, so I could start gnawing on another ear knowing that it was not poisonous or deleterious to my body or whatevs. I had to have more! I found out that people eat raw corn all of the time! and guess what?!
IT TASTE LIKE CANDY!!!
So, now I have a new song in my head as I weed my no-till Silver Queen corn patches and irrigate them in today's Virginia simmering heat. That Tim McGraw song. I'm changing the lyrics to "watch my CANDY CORN pop up in rows, every night be tucked in close to YOU-O-oooo."
Posted by Jennifer Brooks Lane at 6:56 AM