Skip to main content

Corn!



It’s that time of year, time for sweet corn. You know, knee high by the Fourth of July and all that. If you aren’t from a corn-growing state, you might not be familiar with that general rule of thumb that suggests planted corn should be knee high by early July.
Ohio had an excessively wet spring this year, so corn growers were late in planting their fields; and in May, they were nervously calculating the millions of dollars they might be losing this season with each passing week. In early June, they were finally granted weather grace, and they scrambled to plant corn.
I can see a corn field from my living room window, and I remember watching the farmer of that field planting at night by the light of his plow’s headlamps. This is the same field where goose hunters gather in the winter to shoot geese. Early on Sunday mornings, I can hear gunshots, and I know to look out and watch for their honking targets to fall from the sky. This field offers me a seasonal view of nature in action.
Anyway, corn is plentiful now, although I have no idea how much the farmers lost this season, if anything. And sweet corn, in particular, is pretty tasty. I have been buying it a few ears at a time because Husband and I don’t eat more than three ears or so per meal, and I don't can or freeze anything for winter. When I shuck the corn, I remember how my mother taught me to rip the husks and twist off the silks with minimal motion. And I remember how my father scolded me for making a mess. “Why don’t you work over the newspaper?!” he’d whine because I scattered debris all over the kitchen counter. He said this when I pealed potatoes, too.
I also remember my mother’s fried corn, which is really more like sautéed corn, but in old-school Southern cooking, everything is fried, and if it isn’t, you called it fried. There is no written recipe for this technique of cooking corn—it goes like this: stand a clean ear of corn in a deep bowl and slice off a layer of kernels, rotating the ear as you work around it and avoiding getting too close to the cob. You don't want whole kernels here. Go back for another cut and work closer to the cob. Then from bottom to top, scrape the cob with the edge of the knife to release the “milk.” In a skillet, melt a ton of butter. Really, I don’t think you can have too much—I made this for a dinner party the other night, and I used a stick and a half for ten ears of corn. Add all the corn from the bowl and stir in salt and plenty of freshly ground pepper. Simmer it all over medium to low heat, stirring frequently, for at least 20 minutes until the corn is tender.
After the dinner party, I had a lot of corn left over, so last night, I used it to make sweet corn pudding, modifying a recipe from epicurious.com. It was great—as Husband said, it tasted just like candy. Here’s how it goes:
4 cups leftover sauteed corn (or frozen corn, but yuck)
4 large eggs
1 cup whipping cream
1/2 cup whole milk
6 tablespoons sugar
1/4 cup (1/2 stick) butter, room temperature
2 tablespoons all purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
Preheat oven to 350°F. Butter 8x8x2-inch glass baking dish. In a large bowl, whisk together all ingredients but the corn, then stir in the corn. Pour mixture into prepared dish. Bake pudding until brown and center is just set, about 45 minutes.

Comments

Shan said…
So delicious!!!!!!! I always want to eat when you are cooking.
dive said…
Boy howdy, Robyn; I nearly had a heart attack just LOOKING at it!
Yummy!

Popular posts from this blog

Long Live Anita Bowser

You know I occasionally check my hometown newspaper's website to scan the obituaries (morbid, I know, but I'm at that age). Over this past weekend, I read the obituary of Indiana State Senator Anita Bowser . She was a noted Democrat who championed causes protecting the neediest in the state's population. She was respected on both sides of the aisle for her intelligence and plain and outspoken approach to law making. The picture on her senate page is lovely. I remember none of those things about Anita Bowser . My first year or so in college was spent at a branch of Purdue University, and in the early 80s, Anita was a political science professor. She taught my American Government class my freshman year, and she was a mess. Somewhere in my old text book, I have a sketch of her drawn on a particularly dull day in class--her hose sagged at her ankles, her slip showed at least half an inch all the way around, her hair had been slept on but not brushed, and her bright red lip stic...

My Sitemeter is All Bloated and Not Quite Itself

I'm tempted to let it sit on the couch with its feet curled up under a blanket, a hot cup of coffee in hand, a block of cherry almond bark Chocolove within reach, and An Affair to Remember spinning in the DVD player. I'm one of those obsessive bloggers, the kind who checks her sitemeter as often as possible throughout the day, the kind who gauges the quality of her writing by the number of readers who regularly stop by. I've become less interested in the overall number of hits and more interested in the number of repeat hits. The return visitors are the ones I long for. When my sitemeter reads forty at the end of the day, and the majority of those hits are webpals who have conversed, I'm happy. Forty may seem low to many of you, but I've only been at this since August. To me, forty is a jackpot. A few days ago, I sat down at my laptop and discovered a number somewhere in the eighties. Eighties! Yippee! Yeeha ! Hoo-rah ! I've been discovered by the webworld , o...

Happy Birthday...

to me! Update: Since you have asked, I only got one actual packaged gift, a beautiful hand-made bracelet from a friend, but both girls were home for the weekend, and we had dinner at the lake and a relaxing weekend. Thanks to all of you for your lovely wishes!