Summer's here and you know what that means. Watermelon. Sunscreen. Bug spray. Corn.
How I love corn.
I'd eat it day and night if I could and yet I've never served it at home. Why?
Because I didn't know how to make it.
All this time I assumed there was some magical step or maneuver to making corn. Kind of like hard boiling eggs. Or blackening eggplant. Or buying a whisk.
It's a hurdle I could never quite master.
I'd walk by the corn display at the local supermarket and think—wistfully—if only I could make some for my family. If only you didn't have to [insert magical step like jumping counterclockwise while husking the corn upside down or humming Justin Bieber songs while sticking the ears of corn under your armpits and awaiting a harvest moon].
I lived this wistful corn existence until I googled "making corn" one day last week. And do you know what I freakin' found out?
Of course you know what I found out.
All you have to do is boil it.
Fricken boil it.
This piece of information has changed my life.
It's changed my family's life too. 'Cause you know what's for dinner every night now that I know that all you have to do is boil it?
Yes! Corn and more corn. Seriously, our dinner table sounds like this:
Junior: "Corn? No! I don't want corn."
Chuck: "Really? Corn again?"
Me: "That's right! Corn! Mwaahahaha!"
I'm getting teary just thinking about it.
Teary and um...a little stopped up actually. But hey, that's fodder for a different day.
About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.