It’s August, so . . . Corn!

 

Led by intrepid Peg, the FOSB went out at the same time last Saturday night to look at the Green Corn moon (bella luna).  Mysterious howling was reported later that night, dancing by light of moon was noted.  Rain occurred in parts of the country that hadn’t seen any for a month. I’m just sayin’.  The power of the FOSB.   We’ll have to do this more often.  The world needs us!

Need more magical moon?  You can listen while you read . . . but the pictures are wonderful too . . . b e l l a   b e l l a   

It’s finally the middle of August, we’ve waited a whole year for the corn to be ready again!  The very best way to eat corn begins with something not everyone has, a garden with corn in it! We grew corn out in California. . .

 . . .  it’s one thing to tickle the earth with a hoe, as they say, and have corn jump out of the ground, but Martha’s Vineyard is not California — you’re bound to run into trouble here (either too cold, too hot, too humid, too buggie, too rainy, too overcast, too something for unprofessional corn-grower me to take a chance and get my heart broken because it was set on a perfect row of corn).  But let’s pretend we all have a big garden out there in the sun filled with rows of perfect ripe corn.  If we did, and it was August, and the first corn was ripe . . .

. . . we’d fill a big kettle halfway with unsalted water, put the lid on, and bring it to a rolling boil.  Then we’d run out to the garden and pick corn (make a little basket out of our apron skirt and fill it with ears), then back to the kitchen, husk it and drop it in the water.

Then all we do is get it piping hot, as vessel for butter; fresh corn doesn’t have to be “cooked” — three minutes in the water is fine; and it’s sweet, you can eat it with nothing on it …. or slather it with plenty of butter, salt, and pepper.

My dad especially loves sweet corn — he taught us to look for the whitest corn with small tight kernels, the kind that pops off the ear into your mouth. It’s dreamy, if you can find it, your eyes roll back in your head.  I can still see all of us around our picnic table in the back yard, my four brothers, just out of the pool, barefooted, brown, and shirtless, my sisters in pink bathing suits with ruffled bottoms, corn kernels stuck to chins, butter rolling off fingers, and my dad, happy as a clam, at the head of the table, saying to my mother, “Pat, it’s so sweet, isn’t it sweet kids?”  He LOVES corn season.

There are all kinds of recipes some people think are “improvements” to the corn; lime butter, jalapeno butter, garlic butter, or Parmesan cheese . . . I would definitely eat that if someone served it to me, but at home, we stick to the basics.  Perfect is perfect enough for us.  Since not all of us can grow it, fresh corn from roadside stands or farmer’s markets is the way to go and worth the trip.  While you’re at it, make a few extra ears. . .


. . .    the next day cut the corn off the cob (really easy to do, wide bowl, sharp knife) and make this quick fresh salsa to serve with lime tortilla chips and a salty Margarita one of these lazy hazy days of August.

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  • Kernels cut off of 3 ears of fresh corn (cooked or raw)
  • 1/2 red bell pepper, finely chopped
  • 1/4 c. red onion, minced
  • 1 ripe, bumpy-skinned avocado, cubed
  •  juice of one juicy lime
  • 2 Tbsp. olive oil
  • 1/2 tsp. chili powder
  • 1/4 tsp. salt
  • 1/4 c. cilantro (or to taste)

Put first four ingredients into a bowl.  Combine lime juice, olive oil, chili powder and salt, and pour over the corn. Add the cilantro, gently toss. Watch out, it’s slightly dangerous; what sometimes happens when you eat this, is THIS: 🙂

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Julia Child’s Birthday

 

Remember,  you’re  all  alone  in  the  kitchen  and  no  one  can see  you.  Julia Child

Tomorrow is Julia’s birthday!  She would be 99 years old.  I wrote about her in my diary in 2004 a few days after she passed.  It was just before my Autumn Book came out, where I finally thanked her properly, on paper:  I made a heart with lettering that said, “I wonder if Julia Child can hear the echoes of the laughter at the millions of dinner parties that she inspired?  She taught me and all my friends to cook which gave us so much in life. She changed the world and she is loved.”  But she never read it.  I was too late.  Not that she didn’t hear plenty of it while she was alive; she was loved by so many. 

I did get to thank Julia in person once.  Joe and I met her at a small dinner in Boston, when she was in her late eighties. She was very bent, even when sitting down; I had to get down on my knees and look up into her face to see her bright eyes and wonderful strong face.  Perfectly fitting as there is worship in me for her. That’s how it is when someone changes your life.

I’m sure you all saw the wonderful movie Julie Julia?  But if not, you would love it!  Meryl Streep was brilliant as Julia Child!

When the movie first starts and the old 50’s station wagon pulls up in front of Julia and Paul’s apartment in Paris, I knew I was in for it.  Joe, pass the hankie please.  Might as well get ready.

I was a young bride when I bought Julia’s first book —  I learned to cook, fall in love with cooking, and see it as an art because of Julia.  Just like Julie in the movie (only without the blogging!), I tied on an apron and cooked my way through her book, turning out one fabulous French thing after another, (and only burning up two stoves in the process).  My friends and family would ooooh and aaaah when I walked in with a roasted crispy chicken cooked Julia’s way, which helped me realize that cooking could be another word for love.  It gave me self esteem. She taught me to do something wonderful that let me do something wonderful for others! That’s what Julia Child did for me.  And for so many others.  That’s why I love her.

There’s no end to the imagination in the kitchen.  ♥ Julia Child

♪ Happy Birthday dear Julia. ♫   She was an original, the real deal.  Makes me think of the quote by John Shedd: “When there is an original sound in the world, it makes a hundred echoes.” Julia changed the lives of cooks and eaters all over the world.  Took it up a level, never to return to canned asparagus again in this lifetime. Hooray!  Do you have a Julia story?  Love to hear it . . . xoxo

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