We love our farm stand. When we drive by the lot in the dead of winter I always implore my husband to stop for corn or peaches and he sternly informs me it’s not summer. He is mean.
On Saturday we picked up the farm’s first corn on the cob offering, picked just that morning from the field across the street. If there is a reward for surviving another season of snow, ice, wind and freezing temperatures, this is it.
On Sunday morning I was tidying up the kitchen and realized the bag of corn wasn’t in its spot. My first thought was we left it in the car when we unloaded the clown car of bags of groceries and cases of water the day before. But then I recalled ripping a piece of husk when I reached in the bag of corn thinking it had canned goods and bread in it as I was putting our weekly purchase away on Saturday. Where is the corn? Did my husband move it? I did a sweep of the whole kitchen, even looking in the refrigerator. Where the heck is it?
And then I remembered.
We had it last night for dinner.
It’s funny now but I was a little shook when I figured it out. Was this a senior moment? In the Seasons of Life I thought I was in the fall, not the winter. Autumn is my favorite time of year; I’m not ready for winter!
In my best, most convincing Jim Cantore voice, I told myself this was an anomaly, the rare occurence when Mother Nature has her own senior moment and it snows in July.
The corn, by the way, was the best we’ve had in 2017: sweet, tender and juicy. If you have a local farm stand, I encourage you to visit it and treat yourself to the very best of summer. Don’t think about the winter. This time of year is delicious.