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Thursday, August 09, 2007

Jersey Corn, Ladies and Gentlemen - None Finer!

Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen - everyone has known the truth of it for generations, but just in case you've been living under a rock, you heard it here first! Jersey corn and tomatoes are the finest in the land! Those other states have corn, too - and plenty of it! But one bite of that sweet white Jersey Silver Queen Corn and you'll agree: by comparison with THIS treasure of agriculture, this monarch of maize, this beaming beacon of pure sweet light, beckoning all true corn-lovers to the promised land (of corn enjoyment) - compared to this, that other corn isn't fit to slop hogs.

TOUCH the bumpy smoothness of the unbitten cob, kernels hot and firm with pride, yet tender and steamy with anticipation! SEE the sheen of the surface as the rich creamery butter you apply melts into instant glistening liquidity! SALT that cob! Yes! More! More! TURN IT! Work it around the plate! Get that salt and butter in every tight cranny. Oh, your cob is ready for you now. Yes, it is slippery and hot, sassy with salt and lubricated with hot, meltingly dairy-fresh flavor.

Go ahead. Take a bite.

TASTE that hot, buttered, well-salted, sun-ripened goodness!! That buttery salty sweet flavor bursting juicily into your chomping mouth as your teeth cut a wide swath through bulbous rows of fat, helpless little kernels! Sweet! Oh, so sweet. HEAR and FEEL those kernels crunch and explode into splendor, as their tiny corny little lives are snuffed out by the implacable reaper of your greedy incisors, then smashed into a pulpy mash of deliciousness by your viciously grinding molars! SMELL that steam, filling your nostrils with an aroma that accents each divine bite as you gorge your insatiable maw on ear after ear of sweet corn!

And then, when each ear's been run once through your eager gob, don't stop there! No way. When the corn's this good, one pass is not enough! Sop that cob right in your plate's pool of salty butter! Really roll it around, soak those kernel remnants good with butter and salt, then have another go at it - gnawing and sucking that salty, buttery cob 'til you've wrung from it every last bit of enjoyment that it can yield! MAN!!

THAT'S the FULL-ON JERSEY CORN SENSORY EXPERIENCE!!! Never to be compared with.

In the summertime, those who love good corn know that they can go to where they want to go so they can get it. They know that there's only one place that really fits the bill, for the kind of corn that makes a woman holler and a man incline his head with a telling wink and a knowing grin. A real corn that they can love, a corn that returns their love - on every bite! That place is the Garden State, and that corn is Jersey Sweet Silver Queen Corn.

None other. None finer.

2 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Okay. I have finally met my match in corn love.

dogimo said...

Some day Tess, may we butter hot cobs together in the late summertime.