Corn

It seems absurd, unfeeling - I don't know what word to use - to be interested in food this week while watching the pictures from New Orleans this week.

But life goes on.

It is coming to the end of the season for fresh corn. I bought a few ears this week, from a nearby farmstand. I wonder how much longer that farm will be able to hold out against the developers.

I brought the corn home, shucked it, dropped it in a large pot of boiling water for 4 minutes, took it out, and ate it with melted butter and a bit of salt.

Nothing profound.