Sweet corn that is, not the weather; it’s actually quite hot and humid here. But, it is sweet corn season and my Step-Dad plants about 1/2 an acre of it every year. To get it processed it helps to recruit energetic and enthusiastic teenagers.
In no time at all they’ll have it stripped down and ready to cook. (Not really, he had lots of help.)
The next phase of the project took place in the “summer kitchen”, a.k.a. a turkey roaster in the garage. Waiting for the water to boil was the last chance to sit, after that it was full speed ahead. Cooking the corn for two minutes then an ice water bath for two minutes.
We made the teenager do all the hauling back and forth from the garage to the kitchen where my Mom and I hand cut it all off the cob. My hand is still cramped.
Twenty seven quarts today and there’s plenty more where that came from.
I’m beat and I’m going to bed now. I don’t care if it’s only six o’clock.