It's no secret that Summer is not my favorite time for the year. I feel like I can't walk out my front door without being scorched. But I do take exception in one area. Fresh corn just may be the reason to keep having Summer!
With butter & salt, without, whatever. It's fabulous. Just the smell of the cornsilk brings back a flood of memories. All at once I'm at my Grammy's house and Pappy is counting how many ears he'll need to buy at the farmer stand. Soon enough he's back with a brown bag full. We sit on the back porch shucking the corn so Grammy can make them for supper. That is summer.
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