Coming from Wisconsin, the beautiful land-o-corn that it is, I am incredibly disappointed in myself for not having had corn on the cob yet. Fresh corn on the cob in the heat of the summer is amazing. And my father is a pro at grilling, he doesn't half-ass it. We have this old half broken old webber, litterally the legs rusted off and its just resting on these large stones. He starts with twigs and newspaper and builds a legit fire (he's pretty much my hero). The corn grown somewhere in wisconsin and is so delicious and fresh its harbly even needs butter an salt.
But don't worry I of course I put corn and salt on it!
Weekend goal - Fresh Corn.
