Summer's golden gift

Celebrating the simple sweetness of sweet corn

I’m not lucky enough to live near the ocean. My home is nestled among ancient low hills, pastured and populated by sheep and cows.

Despite the lack of sand and sea, this landscape offers seasonal glories — blanketed by snow for much of the year, the hills are smeared with emerald in early spring and painted in yellows, reds and russet in the fall.

Once …

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