I love sweet corn even more than I love pie. Maybe I should rename the blog.
What you see in this photo is the best corn in the world, grown by Dancing Mandolin Player and her Boyfriend Bob. Decades ago, when we were all young and frisky, DMP and Bob would throw massive “corn parties”. Everyone brought food, but the highlight was the freshly picked corn from the garden.
My personal record is six ears of corn. Believe it or not, this is true.
Those days are long gone, as is most of our energy. But Friday night I devoured four ears. I didn’t want to be piggy.
Boyfriend Bob and Banjo Man hard at work.
I’ve been buying sweet corn this month at Walmart, The Peach Man and Yokes (a northwest grocery chain). None of their corn measured up to what is grown here across the bay. Some of it wasn’t really all that edible and ended up with Dorothy, who wasn’t remotely as fussy about corn as I am.
I will stop buying corn now. I’ve had the best and nothing else will compare. I will wait patiently (sort of) until next summer.
And here’s a little corn music on this summer Monday morning:
is there any more pie? 
Tom loves sweet corn too, but I don’t think he has ever eaten 4 ears! Two is it.
I skip the rest of the dinner and just eat the corn!
Such great music!!!!
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At home we are field corn and thought it was delicious.
there is a local grower here so always good fresh corn in the store.
FOUR EARS?!?!!’ You will soon have tassels.
Love,
M
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