Corn
By: Karen WeHunt Harden | Contributing Writer wharden1950@gmail.com
My Mother-in-Law and I shucked bushels of corn and cut it off the cob to stew and freeze. It was a tremendous amount of work in the hot, blazing summer in her carport. The effort was totally worth it because it tasted wonderful in the winter. Mother fooled with small quantities of corn. Our La La’s husband raised Silver Queen sweet white corn, and when they shared it with us, we put it in soup. When Mother purchased corn on sale at Community Cash, it was yellow and we loved it on the cob or stewed with fried okra, sliced tomatoes, and cantaloupe. In 1968, we drove the old way to Myrtle Beach from Spartanburg through Columbia. As I was napping, we pulled up to the insane asylum on Bull Street. Brother Doug asked me, “Okay, we’re here – you ready to get out?” I seriously replied, “I don’t have my shoes on.” I was corn-fused. Everybody howled. What cool or crazy corn stories do you have? Share them by entering The Woodruff Times Recipe Competition. We have lots of prizes, and none of them are “corny”.
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