Growing up in the Netherlands, my mom had a small garden in our backyard, and one of the first memories I have of eating outside is having some of my mom's homegrown corn on the cob. I have yet to find another corn cob that has tasted as good as the cob from that day, and though I imagine it having been home-grown had something to do with that, I'm pretty sure the fact it was eaten outside on a late summer day, with my bare feet dangling off the lawn chair and just barely grazing over the cool grass made a difference too.
Growing up in the Netherlands, my mom had a small garden in our backyard, and one of the first memories I have of eating outside is having some of my mom's homegrown corn on the cob. I have yet to find another corn cob that has tasted as good as the cob from that day, and though I imagine it having been home-grown had something to do with that, I'm pretty sure the fact it was eaten outside on a late summer day, with my bare feet dangling off the lawn chair and just barely grazing over the cool grass made a difference too.
