And apparently, I've got it all wrong this year.
Corn. Corn on the cob. Delicious corn on the cob that nearly melts in your mouth - it's that good.
Corn cobs slathered with melted butter and a couple shakes of salt.
If the corn is perfect, you bitebitebitebitebitebitebite down the length of the cob before chewing it and
Corn so scrumptious you don't want to put it down to get a napkin and wipe up that butter running down your chin.
Corn so awesome that all conversation at the table stops and every diner is transported to some other land of culinary ecstasy.
Corn so amazing that who cares if all the other items on the plate get stone cold.
That's good corn.
Yes, we've returned to the ritual twice this summer so far.
Perhaps we messed up the ritual by having our first batch on July 31st, not in August. That batch was terrible.
Perhaps we messed up the ritual by not waiting for the typical corn harvest at the end of August. The second batch was just as awful as the first.
Two corn on the cob strikes this season so far.
Do I dare risk a third attempt? Is it a bad year for corn?
What. A. Letdown.