The taste of
grilled white corn on the cob lulls me back to childhood summers where Dad soaked them several hours, husk and all, in a barrel of water, grilled them over charcoals 15-20 minutes, turning them to char the crips husks all around. When they came off the grill, he wrapped them in newspapers, slid them into a tall paper grocery bag until everything else was ready to eat. We’d peel off the husks, slick off the silk with a paper towel, roll the cob lengthwise on a stick of butter before salting. Mom always peppered as well. I only peppered.
So tender and sweet
those smaller white corn kernels
one cob never enough.
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What I love about this is the wonderful description of ritual, and how family members added their own touches through the pepper. The haiku is perfect.
Thank you, Bill.
Yea! I second Bill’s observation.
The way you
“We’d peel off the husks, slick off the silk with a paper towel,”
do this…oh so succinct.
Love this poem.
P s. The way your thresholding of the title solved a dilemma for me.
Thank you for that too.
And again for sharing your gift.
Thank you, Coleman.
My mouth is watering, Karen. Since I’d only heard this poem, I had no idea it would work so well as a haibun – but it does!
Thank you, Nancy!
Lord yes, Karen! I’m going to use this haibun as a recipe. Yum!
Thanks, Kevin.
This poem is delicious! This haibun is perfect. I especially love this:
” Mom always peppered as well. I only peppered.”
Wonderful!
Thank you, H.A.
Yes, the corn addiction – we are heading right into the season, and I love this preview of what lusciousness is to come! Yum!
Thank you, Sylvia.
mouth-watering to read
Thank you, Gaby,
The husks! A delightful poem.
Thank you so much, Linda.
Precise description of a family ritual, complete with the delicacy of prepping, grilling and eating corn on the cob.
I love the clear and vivid longform portion and then elevated by the haiku. Lovely and sensory combination.
Thank you, Shaun.
This haibun is lovely in and of itself, but it also invites readers to think about their own memories of childhood.