They grow good corn here in Iowa.
At least that's what we've heard.
And if quantity is any sign of quality, it must be true. Because corn fields flank nearly every road and make up much of the scenery.
We decided to try the local corn out. Because honestly, Wal-mart corn just wasn't cutting it.
We made our way to the local farmer's market. I wish that I had brought my camera. The tables of heirloom tomatoes, and new baby squash, and jars overflowing with fresh cut bundles of herbs, and the backs of trucks filled to the rim with corn was beautiful.
We bought our dozen corn and went home and peeled it on the back porch, enjoying the evening.
Turns out, they're right.
The corn here is mighty good.