I love corn, I can eat it as is without butter or salt even, but of course butter and salt gives an extra hit to the brain aaaahhhhh.
However, for some reason, I don’t like creamed corn or corn chowder - go figure.
We grew lots of corn in the family garden I hated as a child (hated the garden not the corn). Lots of fresh creamed corn and her canned cream corn in the winter. I had the finest of veggies growing up and thought everyone had those veggies and I thought nothing of it. I remember going to a Sunday dinner at a friend's house when I was around 6 or so, and thought they were strange since there was no hot cornbread on the table - just “light bread” as we called it then.
My body had all the right foods and plenty of it and I didn't appreciate any of it. I kept my head in books and traveled away from there in my books. Someone should have taken me to some place where people didn't have enough food. As far as the starving children in other countries, that wasn't an item in those days. We never heard that. Everyone I knew had plenty of food and the subject never came up.
I did know the adults talked about a “poor farm” where people were but that didn't mean anything to me as no one explained what that was like or how someone got there. I don't know when those went away.