Grilled Mustard Corn 🌽

I grew up in New England and summer brought us three months of beach weather and alongside the salty sea air came fresh corn.  My mother would always send us on our bikes to Woodman’s Farm to get corn that was picked that morning.  The owner’s wife would make him sit outside in the hot sun selling the daily picked corn until it was all gone.  He didn’t like that much. It was a never discussed secret on Drakeside Road that Leonard would give you twice as much corn than you asked for so he could quit early.  New England … Continue reading Grilled Mustard Corn 🌽