Corny as it Sounds…
One of things we miss a lot from the States is corn on the cob. You can’t buy it here. It’s such a cruel joke, because we are surrounded by corn fields. If you take a train from Venice to anywhere on the mainland, you’ll see acres and acres of wine vineyards (of course), rice paddies for risotto, and even more than those, corn fields. Everywhere. Yet not a cob to eat. All of the…