We love sweet corn. There's almost nothing better than a fresh ear dropped in boiling water for about 4 minutes then slathered with butter and salt and consumed. The French grow alot of corn; we see fields of it everywhere but it's either animal feed or used for biodiesel. Since we leave California in mid May, just as fresh corn is coming into the market, and return in September after it's gone, we really miss it. In the square was a friendly farmer with a whole pile of fresh, golden corn, still in the husk. He spoke English pretty well and invited us out to his farm for a festival he would be having in a couple of weeks but it wasn't close to the water and we would be gone anyway. We bought a couple of ears and did what was required.
We now return to our regularly scheduled blog.