Ears of corn, not sweet corn, field corn at the proper state to pick, and cook. My father talked about the roasting ears, he knew, and like sweet corn.

I doubt if I'd like our field corn. Take that back, I Know hybrid field corn is tough, and mostly tasteless.


Knowledge, or thoughts on the old roasting ears?

They were the most delicious, Wabi.

Even as kid, and what kid doesn't like sweets, sweet corn did nothing for me.

Roasting ears smelled better and had more corn flavor taste.

Seem to remember being chastised for my love of the roasted corn awhile back.

Hurry to Iowa folks, the field corn must be right for roasting. Bring lot's of salt ,and butter.

Of course, it tasted better if it was picked at night. At least that's what my dad used to say. Funny story, one of dad's farmer friends told him the corn was ready and to come out and pick some during the day when you could see what you were doing. Dad said no, it had to be at night. So the farmer went home and turned the irrigation system on. Dad goes out that night and has to stomp thru the mud to get the corn. Everyone got a good laugh out of it the next day, except dad.

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Doubt that today's Roundup-Ready, GMO, yellow dent is *as* good for roasting ears.

Still worth a try, though. Like the OP says with plenty of butter and salt, anything is possible.

It's best saved for making Cap'N Crunch.

I'm not really comfortable nowadays eating GMO corn that ruptures the guts of worms God made to eat corn.

Who needs butter and salt, or heat for that matter.

Back in the day, stuck out in the field shoveling out corrugations in the silage corn field, I have consumed many an ear of corn picked right from the stock.

Just a few days after the white blisters turn yellow and start to fill, it is almost as sweet as ripe sweet corn. And is very flavorful.

No it does not compare to modern super sweets, but is not bad when compared with Bantam or Jubilee, to a hot, sweaty, hungry 17 year old.

exceptional sweet corn can be eaten cooked, uncooked, hot or cold

Good night good folks, Wabigoon has left the building Or nearly so. Feel free to carry on.

You only rent corn anyway.

And arsenic

Some corn is just fit for critters

Tracers for turds.

Summer time, when I was in HS (‘65-‘67), some of us would habitually “camp” out in the ball park on the west edge of town. This mostly meant no sleep at all. First we’d start a couple of “campfires” adding our foil-wrapped potatoes. Next, from the corn field just over the fence came ears that weren’t too ripe. Roasted ‘em right in the husks. I can’t remember if we smoked the green corn silk before or after we ate all this but we might then have gotten a few hours of sleep if we weren’t too nauseated...

But about 3am we made the eight or nine block walk to Main Street and the bakery where we got all kinds of day-old pastries downing them all on the way back to “camp.” These might have been five thousand-or-so calorie nights.

It was a different day — no one complained; turned in kids strolling around at midnight; there was no destruction; virtually no crime at all. The baker almost expected us on any summer night.

This is just one of many fond memories of that period of life.

I admit to nostalgia, and though not all was good or as it should’ve been, I think it was a better time.

Wheat country here, never been too much corn grown in these parts. But when I was in HS a guy decided to plant about 100 acres in corn on the south edge of town next to the highway. I’m guessing that since it’s not corn country maybe folks didn’t know there are more than one kind of corn and most isn’t sweet corn. Anyway I bet that guy lost every ear on the three rows closest to the road, everyone in town had a bucket or feed sack full of ears they’d swiped. I overheard more than one conversation about how that corn down on the curve had huge ears but wasn’t very sweet.