My parent’s home is a hop, skip, and a jump away from me which has always been convenient when I was hungry.
My dad loved it when I stopped in and I loved it when they had leftovers.
Lest you think I am a total mooch, I didn’t always forage for food when I visited their home.
Leftovers Rock, Especially The Creamed Corn!
Once following a workout at the gym, I stopped in and scored a delicious, complete meal, ready and waiting in the fridge for a quick microwave warm up: Swiss steak, mashed potatoes, green peas, apple and celery salad, and creamed corn.
It was all wonderful, but, oh, the creamed corn!
It was the kind that was lovingly cut from the cob, joined with a bit of butter and half & half; with a natural sweetness and light crunch from the whole kernels.
Be assured that this creamed corn bears no resemblance to the stuff slopped out of a tin can. Truly it’s a crime if this has been your only experience with creamed corn.
Memories of A Time Long Past
Enjoying this dish at my parent’s kitchen table brought back fond memories of the creamed corn my father’s Aunt Inez, or simply Ine – as we called her, used to make.
Except she plucked her corn cobs straight from the stalks growing in the expansive garden she tended behind her house that sat just off of a gravel road in rural Mississippi.
Ine never used a written recipe and she cooked three meals a day for more years than I’ve been cooking.
She served homemade biscuits with each meal that she rolled out with an old wine bottle and cut from the dough using an empty vienna sausage can.
After she died all we had were our memories of the wonderful tastes she produced with her homegrown produce in a small country kitchen using simple tools day after day, year after year.
Food Connects Us To Memories and People
At times I wish I could revisit those days. I would more deeply appreciate the art and the effort.
In the meantime I enjoy creamed corn and I feel connected to a time and a place long ago.