She plucked off the last of the silk threads from the ear and dropped it into the tin bucket with the others. Inside the bucket, the bright ears of corn lay on top of one another, pointing in all directions, their perfect yellow kernels shining in the late afternoon sun like little buttons asking to be pressed. There was nothing like a bucket of uncooked sweet corn to really turn around your day. The yellowness, the fertile symbolism, the promise of melted butter: it was enough to change a boy's life.
The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet, Reif Larson
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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6 maids a-milking:
what an excellent reminder! it's about time to make the season's first mexican corn on the cob. onward, cotija!
"the promise of melted butter"
:)
Must read this.
have never heard of it and am all the richer now that it is is added to my amazon wish list.
you amaze me, amander.
and in return? a recipe with those buttons of uncooked sweet corn:
http://bigbangstudio.blogspot.com/2010/05/leek-asparagus-and-corn-hash.html
Corn buddons. I must have corn buddons for dinner.
NEXT. Promise. Pinky.
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