04 July 2010
Corn on the Cob
Yes, Hurricane Alex is causing it to rain here. We are in the midst of the rainy season. However, the normal pattern in the rainy season is that the day is beautiful until the late afternoon when a heavy shower suddenly materializes from over the mountains, and it rains for an hour or two. Then it clears off again in the evening. Now, here on the edge of that weather system, it has been drizzling off and on all day and all night. A very strange experience. Nothing like the poor folks further north have had to endure though.
Nonetheless, some American neighbors held a Fourth of July picnic today, and the rain held off for awhile. Grilled chicken, grilled corn on the cob, grilled vegetables, salad, chips and guacamole, watermelon. A mixed Mexican and American crowd, which I enjoy. My mind tends to wander in a totally American gathering anymore.
I must explain something about the corn on the cob here though. You need to be prepared for it. I was not. You see corn on the cob still in the husks being grilled everywhere. In the plazas. Along the side of the road. In fact, I have a couple of pictures somewhere of the rigs on which they grill the corn. Or maybe it was in one of the videos. In any event, I come from a part of the United States where the folks pride themselves on their sweet corn. In fact in a good year, the sweet corn is so sweet in Iowa that it constitutes a health hazard.
Here, although it looks the same, the corn on the cob is not sweet at all. It tastes like field corn to me. It was simply a little culture shock. Not a high voltage culture shock. Just a little jolt as if I had grabbed an electric fence. But what does not kill you will make you strong. I am into Mexican corn on the cob now.