🌽 Corn Season in Quebec: A Golden Welcome to Summer
There’s something magical about that moment when corn finally reappears at the grocery store entrance—bright yellow cobs stacked like little reminders that summer’s in full swing. Today, I walked in, saw those gleaming ears up front like they were greeting me, and instantly knew what was for dinner.
Boiling that first batch of the season felt like waking up an old memory. As the steam filled the kitchen, I swear the smell alone transported me. It’s that earthy-sweet scent, you know? Like sunshine warming fields out in the countryside. One bite into the buttery, tender kernels—some yellow, some white—and it was summer, captured perfectly in taste.
I remember summers as a kid, spending weekends with my grandparents in rural Quebec. My grandma would send us out to the fields with baskets, and we’d pick the freshest corn we could find—sticky with dew, husks still slightly warm from the morning sun. Later that evening, she’d boil it in a giant pot while we ran around outside catching fireflies. The scent of corn always meant the day was winding down, but never in a bad way—it meant laughter around the picnic table, salt passed hand to hand, fingers sticky with butter, and conversations that lingered long after the last kernel was gone.
Even just last year, I remember bringing home a bundle of cobs from the farmers’ market. I hadn’t planned on it, but the vendor practically handed me one with a wink and said, “You’ll be back for more.” He was right. That night, I grilled them instead of boiling, and the slight char mixed with the natural sweetness was a game changer. It turned a regular Thursday into a celebration of flavor.
This year’s first corn was more than just a meal—it was a feeling. A signal that picnics, breezy afternoons, and outdoor dinners are back. Sometimes the best flavors don’t come from recipes, but from memories.
So here’s to the little things—grocery discoveries, sweet corn, and savoring the season one bite at a time.
