Corn
Eating my first cobbed corn of the season I am reminded of a unique cobb experience in Mexico City a few years back. While wandering about, I think on my way to the Frida Kahlo house, I came across the steamiest little street vendor I’d seen in all my days. And when I say steamy I mean it literally. For a moment I thought it might be a lobster boil, but then I remembered where I was. No, you can’t buy lobster off the street in Mexico. The little woman yanks a cobb from the depths of the cauldron, dips it in a jar of mayo (!), and quickly rolls it in white crumbly stuff, which turns out to be feta. The delectable missile is then sprinkled liberally with chile pepper. It’s anarchy, pure, simple and delicious.