In denial
I have an addiction. Well, maybe more than one. I love my mountain house in Highlands but this other addiction shows up each July and lasts through the early Fall months. In Florida, it lasts about a month but not up in Highlands NC, God’s bit of heaven on earth. If there can be an addiction that’s good for you–this is it.. in moderation..
That’s the bad word–moderation. I’ll let you in on the secret.. I learned to love it in the IL farm fields, the earlier the crop was, the better. It has to be young, and it has to pop with sugar and a burst of flavor in each and every part of it. I’m ashamed to say it’s a vegetable (tho I do love black raspberries, too!).
At Osage Farms on Rt 441 between Dillard GA and Mountain City, GA-across from the weekend Flea Market is where I get my fix. The fresh green beans are incredible and don’t even get me started with the fresh apple-blueberry bread. I plead with anyone up this way and heading back to FL to please please bring me 12 ears of Silver Queen Corn on the cob. I have no shame…if I have to get on my knees, I will.
In Denial
My family says I have a technique in eating… leave No Kernal Behind. I have a family of Enablers. How bad is that when you have an addiction to a vegetable? If I don’t eat like a ‘typewriter’ slinging down the keys from one row to the next, without stopping, until the ‘story’ is done, my family reminds me.
It couldn’t get any worse–they now put everyone’s cobs in front of me and take a picture. I am mortified-look, don’t you see! I must say, if that was a plate of fresh steaming, popping with salt and dripping real butter, it’d be all over my chin and I’d be too busy to smile!
Then a few days later I’d be thinking about that word ‘moderation’ again. . .
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When the days get rushed, the time flies by and there seems no time to think, I just have to think Mountain Time and I’m transported to Highlands NC. A breath of fresh air glides by my face; I can hear the water singing over the rocks in the creek and the birds chirping. I’m reminded of the sign at our mountain rental home, above our front porch swing,
There’s an ap for that! www.nortoncreeklodge.com
Kiss of the Sun 
Ab Fab (=absolutely fabulous)
When you buy corn, it’s a lottery as to whether you get a perfect one after the green stuff is stripped off. Or is there a country-girl secret to this?
No secret.. just luck! While they don’t let you look first, I’ve never found a bad one in any of the dozens I’ve bought. they are so fresh. I like them slim and long.
I’m with you on that sister! Amen, and pass the Silver Queen- I like a seasoning called “Darn Good Seasoning” sort of like Lawry’s but doesn’t seem quite as salty. But a good ear of corn doesn’t even have to have salt, does it?
In light of sounding corny- “I’m all ears” when someone says we’re having corn on the cob”