Posted on 08/14/2019 5:45:49 PM PDT by null and void
Years ago, I grew up eating Jersey corn and Jersy tomatoes. Never knew the corn was called “Silver Queen”
A lot of sweet corn is grown in the farms bordering Lake Okeechobee. Years ago my husband drove around the lake every Wednesday for his job. When corn was in season bought back plenty for family and friends. Not sure if it was Silver Queen.
When I was a kid, I’d sometimes see a family of Hmong shucking the corn inside the store. The store staff always looked like they were doing their best to contain the mess, but couldn’t ask them to stop because of the language barrier. I’m not sure when the idea spread, but it never made sense to me because corn isn’t sold by weight.
True story.
An old farmer on Kent Island in MD sold eggs on his front porch in beat up old egg cartons, on the honor system, with a jar for the $2 a dozen he charged, and the promise of returned egg cartons.
He maintained a small flock of free range chickens that hung around his porch to give credence to the freshness of the eggs. He even kept a dirty chicken-shit stained rag to wipe the eggs before boxing them.
The eggs, you might have guessed, were bought for 50 cents a dozen from the local grocer. His little scam netted him about $25K a year. That’s 250 dozen eggs a week, about 35 dozen a day.
His early morning run to the market took about an hour. Eventually he stopped repackaging the eggs, satisfied that his customers would not question the ACME brand on the cartons.
Some customers would drive for an hour to buy his farm fresh eggs. They never noticed the eggs were never fertilized by the big rooster that threatened their walk to the porch.
We do buy corn from time to time but mostly grow our own, one early and one late.
The very best corn is when you get the pot of water boiling first then go out and pick. Get it into the pot before the sugar starts turning into starch.
A gifted writer and dishonest scam artist (working for the same) scamming dishonest gullible liberals. Where I live in Eastern MA most Central Americans (the predominate culture) would know better, but not their children.
"Fourth of July" tomatoes grown by my Guatemalan neighbor ("Gabriel" and "mi hermano en cristo")
Along with others in small buckets (8-04-19):
Thanks be to God.
...then 2 or 3 years ago every idiot passing by the corn was shucking it in the store.
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IDK. Monkey see, I guess.
That was a very good article. Thanks for posting, N&V.
I grew up in the ‘40-50s. We had a victory garden with fruit trees and lots of vegetables and berries.
I have to say that the plums, peaches and berries right off of the trees and vines were more juicy and tasty than those picked and put in the ice box (no fridge then).
Buy corn with shucks on.
Wrap in paper towel and lightly wet the towel.
Nuke in M/W for 7-8 minutes on high for a cob about 8”.
Remove towel and cut off the base of the shuck.
Remove the shuck and the vast majority of the silk will also be removed. Pick off what little remains.
Apply melted butter/margarine (nuked for a few seconds) all over and add salt and pepper to taste. UMMM!
Reminds me of the Wookie’s garden, planted in DC in late April and delivering a ripened bounty only weeks later. The relocate New Yorkers who imagine themselves to be reporters bought that crap fest with gleeful willingness.
Indeed -- practically brought tears to my eyes. When my siblings and I were kids, the route to the "shopping center" (what would now be called a strip mall) was through the woods. As the path began to open out to the sunshine, the sides of it were lined with blackberry bushes. There has never been any blackberry since that has tasted as good as those big ol' blue-purple berries ripening in the sun.
And don't get me started on the pork roasts and cracklings back in the day before the food nazis started reducing the fat content of pigs by slaughtering them younger and younger, after having mass-produced piglets and feeding them mass-produced drek instead of letting pigs grow large in open-air pens on a wide variety of scraps from the farm.
You will love this!
I never tire of posting this picture:
We used to buy veggies from a huge stand called Three Guys From Brooklyn.
The veggies were delivered twice a day from farms in Jersey. I have never tasted veggies so good. I dunno why produce grown in Jersey tasted so good, but they really did.
A few things were imported like pears from Medford and Rainier Cherries from Washington, but so many crops were local to NJ.
I miss those delicious veggies!
Michelle Obama squats in her garden among the carrots and peas.
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