Is it just me or is corn the food equivalent of Switzerland? It always complements, knowing to never overstep its mark and outshine the competition unless specifically asked to do so.
I love how it comes dressed for the occasion, in natures suit, as if ready to go to the theatre at a moments notice. And those yellow - tight round kernels - like bursts of sunshine and prozac. Aaggghh so dam happy and easily shined to perfection by a bit of butter and some humble S&P to finish.
Corn. I think I love you.