Locally grown corn arrived the other day at the farmers markets here, and I bought a few ears and headed home, anticipation hurrying my steps.
I shucked and rinsed the ears, sprinkled the corn with a little oil, salt, black pepper and finely chopped cilantro. I stuck the pan of corn under the oven broiler to brown for a few minutes and soon was enjoying this ancient grain with gusto.
Indigenous to the Americas, corn was cultivated thousands of years ago by American Indians, who declared the grain was the food of the gods that created the earth.
And not surprisingly, the noble grain was not only devoured for food but was also deified and used for celebrations.
Corn is a magnificent grain, dearly loved in this kitchen, and I enjoy it daily this time of year until its too-short season halts in late fall.
I often simply husk a few ears and drop into boiling water for a few minutes and enjoy with a drizzling of oil and spices.
At other times I cut corn kernels from the cobs and stir into fritters, muffins, corn bread batter, soufflé-like spoonbread and corn pudding. I also scrape the kernels from the cobs and mix with light cream or evaporated milk for down-home cream-style corn.
In late summer, some visiting friend or family member presses me to add a cup or so of corn into gumbo or jambalaya. And on cool mornings, I indulge in corn fritters, which I fry and drizzle with a little homemade jelly or jam.