My Love Affair with Corn: It’s Not Just a Midwest Thing

Alright, I’ll admit it: I’ve got a serious love affair with corn. Growing up in the Midwest, it was a staple on every table, every summer barbecue, and honestly, just about any meal worth remembering. But as I’ve gotten older, it’s only deepened—my love for corn isn’t just nostalgia; it’s a full-blown obsession.

I recently took a trip to Iowa—basically the corn capital of the universe—and, man, did it rekindle my passion for those golden kernels. Rolling through miles of endless fields, I couldn’t help but feel a strange kind of peace. There’s something magical about cornfields, the way they stretch forever, golden and green under the sun. And let’s not forget, nothing beats that first bite of a fresh, buttery ear straight off the cob. Iowa didn’t just remind me why corn was a staple growing up; it made me fall in love with it all over again.

The thing about corn is that it’s more than just a vegetable. It’s comfort, it’s memories, it’s those hot summer nights with family and friends, everyone’s fingers sticky with butter and smiles smeared with salt. And as much as I love being in Arizona now, there’s a part of me that wishes I could plant my own little cornfield right here in the desert. I’d love to watch those stalks grow tall in the sun, like a tiny slice of the Midwest in my own backyard. But hey, maybe one day—it’s worth dreaming about, right?

I know this sounds corny (pun absolutely intended), but my love for corn isn’t just about the taste; it’s about where I’m from and the memories I carry with me. So here’s to corn: my forever favorite, my Midwest staple, and maybe one day, my own backyard dream. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll figure out how to grow my own here in AZ. But until then, I’ll just keep enjoying every kernel.

Sincerely,

Sinadinos