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A corny sentiment

A nice piece in the Star about the pleasures of corn on the cob:

You gotta have the windows down. To really feel -- to really hear -- a summer evening in Indiana, you have to get out on a county road and drive with the windows down.
Those who grew up in rural Indiana might even feel like a kid again, cruising the county roads. By now, the corn reaches over your head, tall green forests of cornstalks. And if you're lucky, you'll turn onto a road with cornfields on both sides, a corridor of deep green leaves.
"The sound of summer is cicadas droning in the trees. The smell of summer is fresh-mown grass," said local author Sam Stall. "But the taste of summer is a fresh, perfectly cooked ear of just-picked sweet corn."
That is absolutely true. Unless you've had corn on the cob that was dropped into boiling water within mere minutes of being picked, you really can't say you have experienced the taste of perfect corn.
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