Mrs. Eagle and I took a little road trip up North last weekend, to visit a good friend of mine, to see her adorable MIL, and so I could do a little talk for a historical group up there. The fact that people will actually pay me to drive up and talk about the Civil War is a plus - it helps pay, somewhat, for the girls' weekend.
One of the other reasons we went up there was because there is nothing - nothing! - like Ohio sweet corn. Even the sweet corn down here in My Beloved South does not measure up and I buy from the Amish so you can bet I'm buying from people who know how to grow corn. Northern sweet corn is just the best.
Mrs. Eagle's little adorable MIL called ahead and placed an order for us with the local grower as he tends to sell out every day and we had five bushels of sweet corn waiting for us on Monday morning. We sort of thought it would be in those cute bushel baskets, but it was in these huge green woven bags. Thought was probably a good thing. We put them in big plastic bags, put some bags of ice in with them, and tossed them in the back of her CRV for the nine hour drive home.
I had ordered 5 dozen ears of corn because, after all, it's just me and Mr. Bluebird to eat it. However, this grower, being a nice guy, throws in two extra ears for every dozen, so I ended up with 70 ears of corn.
That's a lot of corn.
I spent the better part of a day shucking it, boiling it, letting it cool, then cutting it off the cob, and then packing it into freezer bags. (My vacuum sealer is probably one of my most useful kitchen devices.) I ended up with 16 bags of corn which is just about the right amount.
And I saved a few just to eat with supper for the next week. Mr. Bluebird, swooned. I swooned. It was awesome.
However, as much as I love sweet corn it does pretty much signal the end of summer for us. School starts on Wednesday, August 6, and we report on Monday, August 5th.
Time to savor summer and the sweet corn.