Since corn came into season, I've seen this more and more: older people ripping the husks off to "see if the corn is good", and tossing any that don't meet their bizarre standards back on the pile (since nobody else wants corn that's already been opened, it goes to waste).
Farmer's market, last week: Some lady at my favorite stand was methodically molesting the corn; tearing back the husk, glaring at it and tossing it back on the pile. No idea what she was looking for. I saw her throw back quite a few ears that were perfectly fine. I quietly alerted one of the workers to this and she got talked to and tossed out.
My mom has a cooking job tonight, so we went to the supermarket yesterday to get the supplies, among them corn. They had just put a "barrel" of it out, so all the ears were pristine. Cue an old woman with permanent CBF in the middle of a small hurricane of husks and silk.
OW: *ripping the husks off and dropping them everywhere as I'm trying to find ears she hasn't touched yet* "How can you just buy those? You don't know what you're doing! They've come from a farm you know!"
Mom: "The husks on corn are there for a reason, if you rip them off too soon the corn dries out."
OW: "But I have to check for bugs! I grew up on a farm you know! [cue "I'm-smarter-than-you" tone] Corn gets bugs and if you eat them you'll die. You have to take the husks off." (great googly moogly, the husks aren't toxic lady, if you want pre-cleaned corn there are some shrinkwrapped ears in the next aisle)
Mom: "I've been a chef for thirty years and my daughter and I were picking corn since she could reach the plants. If the husks are clean you shouldn't have anything to worry about."
OW: *peels back husk, sees a tiny shoot right at the end of the ear* "See? A bug! Put all that corn back right now!"
Mom: "That's the corn growing. It's perfectly natural."
OW: *finds something else* "There! A bug!"
Me: "That's a speck of dirt."
OW: "OMG some crushed kernels! Maggots!"
Mom: *getting a bit annoyed* "That ear was dropped. The husk was protecting it, so it's fine."
I finished bagging our corn and went to find some broccoli, but I could still hear OW trying to convince mom that she didn't know what she was talking about. By the time mom joined me by the salad case the woman was still going on, probably about "so called cooks, don't know anything these days".
We get all two dozen ears of corn home and...they're perfectly fine. Nice and juicy since the husks were intact.
Farmer's market, last week: Some lady at my favorite stand was methodically molesting the corn; tearing back the husk, glaring at it and tossing it back on the pile. No idea what she was looking for. I saw her throw back quite a few ears that were perfectly fine. I quietly alerted one of the workers to this and she got talked to and tossed out.
My mom has a cooking job tonight, so we went to the supermarket yesterday to get the supplies, among them corn. They had just put a "barrel" of it out, so all the ears were pristine. Cue an old woman with permanent CBF in the middle of a small hurricane of husks and silk.
OW: *ripping the husks off and dropping them everywhere as I'm trying to find ears she hasn't touched yet* "How can you just buy those? You don't know what you're doing! They've come from a farm you know!"
Mom: "The husks on corn are there for a reason, if you rip them off too soon the corn dries out."
OW: "But I have to check for bugs! I grew up on a farm you know! [cue "I'm-smarter-than-you" tone] Corn gets bugs and if you eat them you'll die. You have to take the husks off." (great googly moogly, the husks aren't toxic lady, if you want pre-cleaned corn there are some shrinkwrapped ears in the next aisle)
Mom: "I've been a chef for thirty years and my daughter and I were picking corn since she could reach the plants. If the husks are clean you shouldn't have anything to worry about."
OW: *peels back husk, sees a tiny shoot right at the end of the ear* "See? A bug! Put all that corn back right now!"
Mom: "That's the corn growing. It's perfectly natural."
OW: *finds something else* "There! A bug!"
Me: "That's a speck of dirt."
OW: "OMG some crushed kernels! Maggots!"
Mom: *getting a bit annoyed* "That ear was dropped. The husk was protecting it, so it's fine."
I finished bagging our corn and went to find some broccoli, but I could still hear OW trying to convince mom that she didn't know what she was talking about. By the time mom joined me by the salad case the woman was still going on, probably about "so called cooks, don't know anything these days".
We get all two dozen ears of corn home and...they're perfectly fine. Nice and juicy since the husks were intact.
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