While in the Denver area, Marilyn and I and Ralph and Char traveled to Loveland to eat lunch with Marilyn's Dad and his wife. They guided us to the Black-Eyed Pea. We don't have those where we live and it was my first time. When trying to pick a 'side' to go with my entree', I picked Fried Corn.
You see when you grow up in a farm community, sweet corn is a science. Many farmer gatherings will turn into a discussion of who has bragging rights to having raised the best sweetcorn. It's not uncommon for farmers to pay in excess of $100 for sweetcorn seed. It's doesn't seem extavagant when you've just ordered $25000 worth of other seed. When the corn is ready we all eat sweetcorn with butter and salt and pepper. We (the Morrow's) freeze 50 to 100 bags of 'cut-off the cob' corn. When we near the end of the season and we've just about enjoyed as much as we can stand, we cut it off and kind of saute' or stirfry it with a pat of butter. I think it actually is pretty good, especially if you fry it until it starts to turn a light brown.
So there I was, anxiously awaiting my sauteed' corn. They brought everyones food, including mine and then said, "your fried corn will be out in a bit". I'm thinking 'how long does it take to stir a little corn around in a skillet'?? Then they bring me a plate with a cylinder shaped object that had been DEEP FRIED. All six of us looked at it. I looked across the table at Ralph and He was smiling and looking at me, then the corn, and then me... My fork wouldn't go in when I tried to stick it. Someone said, "it's a dipped in batter, deep fried, ear of corn". And I started laughing. They looked at me as though I was losing it. Someone said "maybe you'll like it, maybe you're on to something". I said I don't care how it tastes, I think slathering an ear of corn with Real Butter and too much salt is bad enough. In my eyes I had just ordered the equivalent of the deep fried Twinkie.