Sweet Corn Fever

While I was growing up in northwest Iowa, my family survived on cheap roadside sweet corn that was boiled, grilled, roasted, and finally frozen for the long winters. I loved those first buttered ears of summer, yet I always grew tired of them by fall. As an adult, not much has changed. Last Saturday, I was eager to get to the Dubuque Farmer’s Market as early as possible to get that first dozen, but after eating corn for a week straight, I am staring into my fridge wondering what the hell I’m going to do with the last four ears.

Suggestions, anyone?

On Saturday mornings in late July and throughout August, the Fincel’s corn wagon is surrounded by a constant crowd at the Dubuque Farmer’s Market. Sweet corn is an icon in Iowa and in Dubuque, Fincel’s Sweet Corn is a delicious institution.


About Restless Cube Dweller

Most of my adult life has been defined finding homes in unconventional places, and learning to interact positively with others. I've lived in the middle of nowhere, in small cities, in large cities, in the suburbs, and now in Dubuque, Iowa. This blog represents my musings about growing up, moving on, finding love, and eating well in the suburbs and beyond.
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2 Responses to Sweet Corn Fever

  1. Grace says:

    umm…I can relieve you of those last 4 ears…

  2. nobody's starling says:

    You sound like me. With access to my body weight in sweet corn, I go on a week-long binge and then am corned out for the rest of the year. My refusal to buy into the sweet corn fanaticism after that first week horrifies my family.

    (P.S. I forgot to mention to add garlic to the sweet corn chowder. It gives it a bit of a kick with the hot pepper.)

    (P.P.S. "corned." I just had a Beavis and Butthead flashback.)

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