I can without hesitation say: Summer's here in New Jersey!
For the last week or two, my eyes have been trained to the
roadside for 'Sweet Corn' signs, and this morning my patience
paid off. We passed a couple of familiar spots before pulling in
to our go-to stand, Krowicki's of New Egypt. They were selling
bread and butter corn, not my favorite but still good, at $5 a dozen.
The only stand on our normal route that sells a baker's dozen.
Mrs. Krowicki assured me that the B&B is first to mature, and
the sweetest of the bunch. I disagree. Their Silver Queen is by
far the most obscenely sweet and juicy, kernels pop in your mouth,
where did that ear just go? corn I've ever had. I've spoken with
people from Iowa and Indiana, Pennsylvania and Ohio, Maryland
and Long Island, all claiming theirs to be the best of the best.
How do you spell the sound you make with your mouth when
you completely dismiss something someone just says to you?
Atlantic City sea scallops accompanied the corn, with
soybean/chile paste, and cherry tomatoes, mozzarella,
thyme, basil, and chives in a pile to the side.
Oh yeah. We bought the first of the Jersey peaches this
morning too. The juice ran down our cheeks all the way
down to the boat.