When I heard through the grapevine that a local farmer was offering a dozen ear of corn for $2.50 if you picked it yourself, I was quick to give him a call for directions. Lucky for us, he only lives 10 minutes up the road.
We found the farmer’s house, and he pointed us across the street to where his fields were. Him, his wife, and two elderly women, were in the garage busily shucking and cleaning some corn they’d just picked themselves. Their little girl played on the floor. They were all super nice.
I shared that I planned on picking 10 dozen ears. And I asked how to know if the corn was ready to be picked. I’ve heard that if the silk on the top of the ear has turned brown, it’s ripe. But the farmer shook his head at this theory. He said he’s never had luck judging that way. He suggested that I go by the width of the ear, however big I like my corn.
Me, Jerry, and the kids headed to the field with our plastic grocery bags in hand, and set to work filling them. I carried baby Xia in a front carrier. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be though. The rows were so close together, it was hard to walk through and keep the corn stalks from smacking us in the face. But Ty had fun wandering through the maze, and Jada found a little worm to befriend.
We ended up picking 4 dozen before giving in. We drove back to the farmer’s house and paid them for what we got. I told the farmer’s wife that I didn’t get as much as I’d planned on getting, as it was a little tricky with a baby on board. I thanked them kindly, and we headed back home to work on getting the corn cleaned up and stored.
A few hours later, the farmer gave me a call to make sure that I was pleased with what we’d picked. I thought that was incredibly thoughtful! I shared that we hadn’t eaten any yet, but that it looked very good and that we were in the process of shucking the corn. He mentioned that his wife told him what I’d said about not being able to get all that I’d wanted to, and he offered for him and his wife to go out and pick some more for me. I graciously declined his kind offer. I’d hate for them to do that. I told him that I’d give him a call in a couple of days, and come and pick more when my husband can stay home with the kids for an hour or so.
I’m thankful for finding a local source for corn that I know has not been sprayed with any insecticides. It’s so much fresher, tastier, and healthier than anything I could have found in the store! And what a great way for the kids to see where our food actually comes from.
Tomorrow, I’ll share with you how to freeze freshly shucked corn.