A summer memory:
Sitting on the front stoop, my sister by my side with a brown-paper grocery bag and a heavy bottomed cooking pot. There we sat shucking away the green husks and wisps of silk from Mid-Western sweet corn. We knew that summer had arrived when corn was offered up at roadside stands and grew to be knee-high by July. Nothing beat those crisp, golden kernels, bursting open with a pop of sweet, starchy goodness!
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