In the cold of winter I dream of corn. Corn is one of my addictions. In the winter months when I can find corn I make do. I add a table spoon of sugar, and a quarter of a cup of milk to the water I boil it in. It improves the lackluster taste, but it does not recreate Hunt's corn in the summer. There are many farmer's selling corn, and they are good enough, but they are no Hunts, oh no they are no Hunts.
Come mid July, I begin to eagerly anticipate the arrival of that beautiful bright yellow shed. That shed signifies the beginning of corn season. When I see that yellow shed I begin to get the sweats (like they describe junkies on TLC's Intervention). My mouth begins to water ( I know I have problems. I mean I don't drink, I don't smoke, I just Jones for Hunt's corn). I begin my fantasies of corn bathed in butter, lightly dusted with salt and pepper... ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
We have been going to Hunt's corn for as long as I can remember (that's not necessarily a long time, I have really pathetic long term memory). I have been fooled a few times, enough times that I have learned a valuable lesson. Sometimes you will see corn for sale, fill a bag for $2.00. Guess what, you get what you pay for! Hunt's corn seems to be a special type of sweet corn, because no one else sells anything like it. I remember a few years ago my mother-in-law came to stay with us for a few days. She is former farm girl (when she was a girl her parent's farmed). She loves corn on the cob! For years we have told her about Hunt's corn, and that it is the world's best. She gave us that little "poor little idiots", smile. You know that smile akin to "whatever you say sweet heart". Upon finishing her tenth cob (o.k. I'm not certain it was really ten. Ten sounds better for dramatic effect, it was probably really more like two), she declared "This is the best corn I have ever eaten!". I then got that "I told you so" smile, akin to "IN YOUR FACE, IN YOUR FACE", and told her I was glad she had enjoyed it.
The bright little yellow shed has been sitting at the side of the road, teasing me for a while. Last week Christopher came home from work and told me that "Hunt's Corn is open!!!!!!!" I then berated him and asked why he hadn't brought any home. Every single day for the last week we have been eating fresh beautiful corn! I am in heaven. If heaven exists, I am pretty sure that there are mountains of sweet corn, and rivers of butter to dip it in. I know... I have a problem.
|I make several different butters for corn. |
This one is fresh chives, parsley and dill, mixed with salt and pepper.
I also mix powdered barbecue rub into the butter.
Today I went to buy the corn. In the bright little shed was not a member of the Hunt family, but a very nice lady named Verna Walker. Verna told me that they were transitioning ownership. My first instinct was "but only the Hunt's know the secret magical seeds". I then gave my head a shake when Verna told me that they had grown the corn on their own farm. I remember that I had been eating the corn for a week now, and was still very much in love with it. Denny Hunt had helped them pick out the corn, and recommended a number of things to help their corn business. I then exhaled knowing I was in good hands.
Verna, her husband Will, and their three kids run their family farm, Reklaw Farm. I was telling her how much I enjoy fresh straight from the farm produce, but was too lazy to plant and maintain my own garden (too lazy is really being too kind to myself. I would not last two minutes in the Amish community). Verna was telling me about their community garden. I was intrigued. I could pay into their farm, and receive a "share" of the harvest, all while sitting on my lazy butt! I LOVE THIS CONCEPT!
I went to the Hasting's Harvest website, and copied this information for you about Reklaw Farm. It makes excellent sense. I will find out some more information from Verna, and report back to you. In the mean time, if you find yourself in the Tweed area, go and buy the world's greatest corn (they are right across from the Tim Horton's, you can't miss it)! If you are not in our area, do yourself a favour and go seek out a local farmer for your needs. For those of you who only buy from your grocery store produce isle, you are in for a really great treat. Food tastes so much better when it is straight from the ground. You know what they say "Farmer's Feed Cities", "If you ate today, thank a farmer".