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August 15, 2010

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Casey@Good. Food. Stories.

Months to grow, but only a week to eat... that sounds about right for everything we plant in our (VERY small) garden. And the heat is making it worse - I've had beans wither on the vine from one day to the next if I don't get to them!

I'll leave the corn-growing to the *real* farmers up the road from our house, but will definitely use their bounty to make your kakiage.

nancy@gol.com

Casey, I feel like I'm barely hanging on here and can't always keep up with Twitter. But like Barnaby Dorfman explains, Twitter is like a stream, so I just jump in when I can. How was the New York crowd? Sounds like a bunch of you got together (though hard to keep track).

The great thing about having just one or two precious beans is that they're yours and they have so much incredible background behind them. Lots of work sometimes yields a little, but I'd still say that it is worth the effort for the feeling of eating something so special as your few little beans. I hope you ate them raw dipped in salt, or au naturel.

I think you'll like the kakiage...great with a beer as well. Nancy

Mora

Ahh, summer corn. I spent my elementary years in northern New Jersey where corn and tomatoes were greeted with great enthusiasm in our house. To this day there are no better memories than those summer meals. My father, who was born on a cotton farm in the pan handle of Texas, taught me how to shuck corn. To your point, it was never overcooked, and always eaten as soon as it came out of the pot. I'm especially fond of raw, sweet corn for it's pure taste. As a young child I found running through corn fields...more like hiding...the epitome of a day spent buying fresh corn for dinner. Thanks for triggering such fond memories, Nancy.

Garrett

I feel ya on the corn. We missed ours by a week or two and it was inedible starch for the most part except for one or two cobs. Sad, really. Props to your seed smuggling all the way from Mexico. ;)

nancy@gol.com

Mora: Thanks for those memories. Funny how we grow the corn much closer here so it's hard to run through the rows. Also funny how as a kid you didn't mind the weeds. Were there any? Kids these days aren't fond of the field in the summer...even the SSU! kids. It's pretty itchy. But that's part of life, wouldn't you say?

Garrett: In the end, I missed those three ears of American corn on my field as well. I better keep an eye on my Mexican corn. It's a tricky business getting it dried without molding. Tortillas this winter? I've got my molino, though not sure my slaked lime is still active. See you in September!

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