Neither the autumnal equinox nor the back-to-schools sales signal autumn in our house. We are all about summer. We embrace it even on its hottest days; anticipate it much as a child with Christmas. In our house, autumn starts the day the beloved husband comes home with a long face announcing that there will be no more fresh corn-on-the-cob. That happened this week.
Personally I love most vegetables. Ah…but the beloved husband who claims to like different vegetables is very partial to corn. During the winter we eat frozen corn and during the summer we have fresh corn. This is a very serious endeavor. The earliest corn comes in from Mexico or someplace very south, like Chile. It starts in May. It’s not bad but with the time in transit, it’s not like local corn. Then the corn starts moving up, Florida, Georgia, Carolinas and then….local! To me local corn also means festivals, concerts in the park, beach weather, picnics — all good things.
We have local corn from late June to October 1. The beloved husband buys it. There is a science to it. The place to purchase changes based on where the corn is coming from. No
one else is allowed to clean it either. No one gets the silk off properly. He even has special tools for cleaning it.
I have tried to convince him to switch it up – maybe one trip corn, next trip asparagus – to no avail! The man wants his corn. It’s not all bad to have the season end. It’s time for apples, pumpkins, soups and stews and soon, wonderful navel oranges.
It’s amazing what defines seasons for people — for some, it’s their children’s activities, for others, it’s sports. For us it’s all about the food!