Happy 4th of July!  I decided to post a summer story on this glorious holiday!

I love corn on the cob, I always have, but at sometime in my life I got too adult, too stuffy to let myself enjoy it anymore.  It became too much trouble to make and to eat.  Not only does it make a huge mess in the kitchen when you shuck it, I was never sure exactly how to boil it.  It’s like boiling eggs, everyone knows the perfect way to boil an egg and everyone has a different method.  (Isn’t that a perfect example of the Law Of Attraction?)  Some people say to put the ears into a pot of cold water and set that on the burner and when it boils take it off and let it set for ?? minutes.  Others say not to add the corn to the water till the water is already boiling.  Some say add salt to the water, others say a little sugar is better.  Everyone has an opinion.

Plus it’s just plain messy.  There is no way to bite into an ear of corn without getting it all over everything, it drips on my shirt, shoots juice all over the room, little pieces get stuck between my teeth and lodge themselves into my gums so tightly it take the jaws of life, a good brushing and a mile of floss to get them out.  I have to use so many napkins that my face feels raw after I finish.

Well last summer I just had the urge to buy some.  I wanted comfort food.  Contrast had risen enough that . . . I just needed something that made me feel good, alive.  It was dinner time and I figured comfort food was the answer.  Corn on the cob!

I stopped at a huge produce stand near my home.  They have a 15 foot flat bed trailer parked under a big tent and every morning they bring in huge crates full of sweet corn picked fresh from the fields the day before.  They cover the trailer with corn, and the pile is high with hundreds and hundreds of fresh ears.  The ears are huge and the corn is yellow/white and very sweet. 

I brought some home and used the cold water method.  And I decided not to worry about exactly how long or when it was perfect.  I just decided however I cooked it, it was going to come out perfectly!

I only have real, honest to goodness butter in my house.  I believe real butter is better for me than all the preservatives and artificial stuff they put into margarines.  And I’d much rather have the fat content of butter, which is natural, and vibrates with life force.  I believe it’s good for me.

The way I like to eat sweet corn is to slather it with butter and then sprinkle it with freshly ground black pepper (I don’t like table pepper, but I love freshly ground pepper from a pepper mill) and then salt.  There are all sorts of other things I like at times, onion or garlic powder, ground parsley, parmesan cheese, etc.  But when it’s really fresh and sweet from the corn fields, I like just butter, fresh pepper and salt.

I decided if I was going to eat corn I was going to go for the whole corn experience.  I was going to enjoy every single aspect of it.  From enjoying the feel in my hands of the soft silks and amazingly tough husk which didn’t want to come off the cobs, to the freshness that sent little squirts of juice flying when one of the kernels was popped as I shucked.  The feel of it as I laid the ears in the cool water and the beautiful look of those fresh, hard little kernels that held the promise of sweet juice and flavor.  I enjoyed every second of it.  The whole thing was a sensual experience!

I have little metal corn skewers that go in each end of the ear to give it handles.  I also have plastic corn dishes, shaped like an ear, but I opted for a plain old plate, it just seemed more natural.  I held the cob and pushed the skewer into one end and then the other, having to move my fingers around because it was steaming hot from the water, even though I had let the ears sit off the heat for a while.  I slathered it with butter and then I ground just the right amount of fresh pepper over it and then salted it.  I let it cool for a minute or two and then I couldn’t stand the wait any longer and I took a huge sloppy bite of hot corn. 

It was a little too hot . . .

I realized I love the texture of corn, the amazing, sweet juice, the little hard kernels that pop and spit when my teeth bite down into them.  I love the toughness of the outer skin of the kernel and the softness of the inside and the little seeds that lie deep in each.  I wish I had new words to describe how sweet and wonderful that corn flavor is when it’s fresh out of the field.  I can’t begin to describe the taste of the warm, messy, runny butter mixed with the wonderful corn taste.  The bite of the pepper.  The salty contrast, the perfect accent to the heavenly blend of flavors.  Sweetness, saltiness and peppery all blended together.

I had to wait to take my second bite because it was still just too hot.  Waiting was torture, so I went and played a computer game for a few minutes to let it cool a little.  I didn’t want to get involved with anything that would take my attention away from the experience, only sidetrack me for a bit.  Just sitting, waiting would have been too hard and would have put a damper on the experience.  I got my mind off the corn for a bit, knowing in the back of my mind it was there, in all it’s perfection, cooling.  The flavors deepening and blending even more . . . very soon . . . for my delight.

Oh and I forgot, I grabbed one of my biggest, freshest tomatoes from my little garden.  I cut it into sections and salted it very lightly so that I could have a bite of something cold to contrast with the hot corn.  Something else fresh for balance between bites of corn.  Finally I got to dig in.

But first I’m offering a warning (like on TV when they give Adult Content warnings before a show). 

I’m not fastidious, but I do like to be tidy.  I was taught to eat in a way that doesn’t tend to put others dining next to me off their meatloaf.  However I was alone in my own home, I was going for the comfort and the experience and I wasn’t worried about anything except the sensual delights of sweet corn.  (I even put on an old shirt!) So my warning is, if you can’t handle delightful, playful messiness, stop reading, now!

I had a whole handful of paper towels next to me, prepared in advance for the onslaught of mess I was purposefully heading toward.  I was determined to experience every second of this glorious event, on every level.  So I inhaled deeply the mix of aromas, the scent of the freshly cooked corn, the peppery scent of the seasonings, the warm butter smell oozing over it all.  It smelled like a Spiritual shudder feels.

I slowly sunk my teeth into the tender kernels, I let my tongue scoop up the tender morsels as my teeth loosened them into my mouth.  I took my time and rolled the juicy, buttery blend around inside my mouth as I let my teeth bring out even more of the delicious flavor.  I ignored the fact that with that first bite, my lips, in fact my face from the tip of my nose to my chin was covered in very hot, salty, peppery butter and corn juice.  I didn’t want to clean it off, I only wanted to feel it on my face and feel the delight in my mouth as well as the sensations on my face.  I didn’t even want to swallow, but I knew I had more delight ahead for me.  I grabbed a napkin and did my best to wipe away the mess on my face, the salt acting like an exfoliate against the soft skin.

I took another big bite, even bigger than the first, the heck with the mess, this was heaven, this was joy, this is what eating is supposed to be, what life is really all about . . . this was . . . soooooo goooood!

I swear, at some point it was as if time stood still, I became only my face, my tongue, my mouth . . . it was just me and the incredible, delicious, sensual food.  There wasn’t anything around me, my home was gone, all sound was gone except for those produced by my teeth chewing the delicious, fresh corn.  Time simply stood still.  It was a completely sensual and Spiritual experience.  I loved every millisecond of it.

I took a bite of fresh tomato to feel the different texture, the smooth meat, the juice, the slight toughness of the skin, is it possible to taste red?  I swear I tasted red in the tomato and I tasted gold in the corn.  This must be what color tastes like!

I took another big bite of corn and loved the feeling of the butter all over my face, the warmth, the slight stinging of the salt.  I loved every moment of being the messiness of it.  Like a baby before she is taught that being messy is not OK.  In the beginning when she just dives into whatever she is eating with such gusto that it ends up everywhere, all over her, all over everything.  Delighting in every bite, every taste, every texture.  Enjoying it so much she just has to put some of it in her hair or up her nose!  (OK, so I didn’t go that far, but I sure understand the feelings!)

There is something so amazing about the freshly ground pepper mixing with the butter, salt and corn. First with a bite of corn and then with a bite of tomato.  One sensation after another, juice from both running down my chin.  It was absolutely delightful and decadent.  After I finished I even felt a little naughty for enjoying it so sloppily and ignoring all the manners I’ve been taught as a child. 

It was a delicious, delightful, and slightly naughty experience.  My Inner Being and I had a ball!  I have no doubt every cell of my body enjoyed and benefited from the experience! 

And I was delighted that I knew exactly when I was done, which was rare for me.  There might be more corn left in the pot, and more butter in the fridge, but I knew I had wrung the experience for all the joy, delight and nourishment I possibly could.  I knew exactly when to clean myself up and put everything away.

I decided right then and there, that is exactly what Abraham means (Abraham-Hicks.com) when they talk about us being here to experience life . . . to the fullest . . . all of it! 
 
The next sensual dining experience I think maybe I'll eat watermelon!!!
 
Summer delights, holiday freedom and love to all,
Tigerlily