So we’ve been gorging on sweet corn lately, thanks to the farm stand on my way home from work, and it’s not uncommon for Boomer and me to spend a few quality minutes together during the evening, shucking a dozen ears of them at a time (most to be eaten fresh, and some to be frozen for later). And so there we were today, tugging off husks and picking off strands of cornsilk, when all of a sudden Boomer comes across an ear that has a wee little proto-ear tucked inside the husks with it.
The little proto-ear was individually wrapped, and all covered in silk, and rested inside the big husks right up against the regular-sized ear. And the regular-sized ear was left looking kind of like its conjoined twin was ghoulishly removed.
It was grotesque and adorable, all at once.
I cooked up the baby corn alongside its full-grown brethren, and while Boomer’s not a fan of it, I thoroughly enjoyed eating it, too. Of course, it would have been better in some kind of saucy Chinese take-out, but who’s going to look a gift baby corn in the mouth?