Sweet corn will forever remind me of my childhood.
It has been a favorite summer treat for as long as I can remember. We didn't have alot of farm stands or markets when I was growing up outside of Boston. But one thing you always saw were makeshift stands in the middle of the summer selling fresh sweet corn on the cob. We'd eat these delicious and sugary kernels almost every day.
That meant husking enough cobs for a family of 6 every day. A task that very often fell to me or one of the other kids. Sitting out back in a still wet bathing suit, with a brown paper bag, stripping the husks and trying to get all of the silky threads off of each cob. It's a task that I hate and love today. Hate because it's just a pain and a big ole mess, love because it reminds me of those steamy summer days.