Years ago I found out that there is an old wives tale floating around, the gist of which is that "corn fresh off the plant is awesomely delicious, a downright special flavor." I was so curious about it that I was having a hard time waiting for my first ear of corn to be mature enough to eat. When I asked a friend how to tell when corn is ripe enough to eat she said "when the tuft has gone dark and is getting dry, that's when you know an ear of corn is ready to pick".

     

I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but definitely the tuft on this one was darker and drier than before. I decided to go for it.

To make a long story short, probably I should have waited a bit longer. The kernels near the top of the cobb were a bit smaller than I would have liked, but the corn was sweet and tasty. Better than corn that's been sitting in the fridge for a week, but not that much.

  

Thank you corn for sweetening my day! Then I turned my attention to the juvenile beans running up the scaffolding I'd made for them.



     

The beans were also sweet and good. I'd say the difference between them and cooked beans was much more dramatic than the difference with the corn was! ...1841 ...