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There’s something about corn that instantly pulls me back to the long, sunlit days of my youth. Growing up in the countryside of South Korea—in a small village nestled near the rice paddies and low hills of Hampyeong—corn wasn’t just food. It was a memory, a comfort, a reward after a hard day of chasing dragonflies and pulling weeds barefoot with my cousins. I remember how my mother, hair tied up in a scarf, would carry fresh ears of corn wrapped in their husks, steam billowing out of our oversized iron pot as she opened the lid. We’d sit on the floor, legs folded, blowing the steam away with exaggerated puffs before sinking our teeth into kernels so sweet and soft they almost felt like dessert. Now, at 60, retired and back to a slower pace of life, I find myself growing corn in my own backyard in Oregon, rediscovering its magic one golden ear at a time. ❤️ What Is Corn, Really? In the U.S., corn—or “maize” to some—isn’t just a staple crop. It’s a cultural cornerstone. Whether ...