If there were a signature summer dish of my childhood, it was corn on the cob. Sweet, tender and juicy. Is there anything better? My father loved it. Still does, though he doesn't eat a half-dozen ears in a sitting as he once did.
Back then, on his way from here to there in the old Pontiac station wagon, he would pull over at random roadside stands at the slightest hint of corn for sale and, inevitably, bargain for a better price ("At least throw in a couple more ears," he would say, to our chagrin and the farmer's annoyance).
Once home, the task of cleaning the corn fell to my siblings and me, who grudgingly did so in the spot where we made the least mess — on the back steps of the porch, where the corn silks could easily blow away.
At that point, my mother took over what had now become a family project. She reached for the pressure cooker, which in those years had more of an element of danger than it does today. Once it was filled with as many ears as possible and some water, my mother would lock the cover in place and place the pressure valve atop. Then she set a timer.
We would watch at the dinner table as the valve of the pressure cooker rattled away, whistling and jiggling like an out-of-control rocket. The thrill was being so close to the possibility of disaster should our mother be distracted. We almost willed it to happen, if truth be told, because who wouldn't want to see corn on the cob hit the ceiling. It never did, of course, because my mother knew the time limits that she had set in motion.
The pressure cooker did, indeed, make great steamed corn, though later, as a cook in my own kitchen, the mechanism felt far more dramatic than necessary for such a simple meal. Not so incidentally, it also seemed like too much work given that I would first have to hunt for the pressure cooker, packed away in a cupboard.
Instead I turned to a simpler method. I slip the ears into boiling water for but a brief bath, a minute or two only, just enough to soften the kernels a bit, because they are already tender. It's my go-to method for a quick meal.
My mother's approach, however, still guides my advance prep: from farmstand to the stovetop in as few hours as possible. If I don't need the corn until the next day, I wait and buy it then.