Corn? Raw?

There’s nothing like a piping hot ear of freshly picked sweet corn, dripping in melted butter and sprinkled with salt.
Except, maybe, an ear of sweet corn eaten raw.
I’m not kidding.
A few years ago at the Farmers’ Market in downtown Pittston, when I asked a farmer if his corn was fresh, he picked up an ear, ripped down the husk and said, “Here, take a bite.”
“You’re kidding,” I said.
“Nope,” he replied. “That’s what we do in the field. That’s how we know it’s ripe.”
So I took a bite.
It was delicious.
I wound up eating the entire ear. Yes, I bought a dozen and took them home, where we cooked them as usual, but I was a changed man.
Ever since, I enjoy an ear of corn raw while everyone else is waiting for the pot to boil. People watching me think I’m crazy but I don’t mind. They don’t know what they’re missing.

Ed Ackerman