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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I love that even in my very own small city of Grand Rapids, Michigan I can walk into a local establishment and be swept off to another culture for a moment. I felt this today when on a whim I entered “Pupuseria El Salvador.” From the not so grandiose entrance, to the mismatched decor, greetings of buenos dìas from behind the counter and the buzz of Spanish filling my ears–a smile swept my face. I knew that the food was going to be muy bien before my first taste.
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