Oh I know, I know, this is completely and utterly out of season. But really, just this once, I don’t want to know where this particular ear of corn was grown, or what circumvented route it had to follow to land on that grocery store shelf.
What I do know is that right in the middle of a particularly glacial winter week, a little edible sunshine is always welcome. Especially rubbed with salted butter, and eaten with the aid of our indispensable corn-shaped corn picks, purchased at Target many moons ago.
Close your eyes and pretend you’re sitting on a warm wooden bench at a picnic table. Then go floss — you’ll never get rid of all these teeny bits of corn skin stuck between your teeth without suitable apparatus.