Summer is here and that means lots of grillin’ and hopefully chillin’! If you haven’t tried corn roasted on the grill you should. It’s amazing!
As soon as our Mom sees the first ear of corn in the grocery store, she tells us the same story she has been telling us for years. Of course, we don’t say anything and let her go on and on ... and on about how her father, PaPa Tony, would bring home the “horse corn” every summer. It was the corn that was on the stalk a little longer until the end of the season and the kernels would get really big, fat and juicy and incredibly sweet. Papa would slather his corn with a big helping of sweet fresh butter, and using his front teeth only, he would bite into the corn making the biggest crunching noise like a horse. The kernels would burst, popping and spurting juice all over his face. We would laugh and giggle (which is why he did this) as Nana would remind him of his table manners. On gosh ... how we wish we could sit at that table again with him once again … we miss and love you Papa.