Corn before storm

Saturday's mission: Get corn. Guests are coming, and they have their faces fixed for Greenmarket corn. If you get to Grand Army Plaza too late, you may find a bin of husks and silk and one skinny, wormy little leftover. As big net bags of corn were opened, people pounced on the fresh ears, as if they were assuredly better than the ears underneath that had been de-bagged, oh, 10 minutes ago. This is bicolor corn, so tender it squirts juice if you "pook" a kernel with your fingernail. (Not that I would ever peel back a husk and perform this test on an unbought ear...)




Salads make themselves this time of year. Themes are easy to find: At right, the colors of the flag of Ghana!

No sooner were the goods gotten, than a wedge of storm clouds loomed up from the west; the wind blew so hard that the vendors had to hold onto the poles of their tents.  I barely made it back to the car before the sky opened.

 

GREENMARKET DOG OF THE WEEK

Last week, almost no dogs were "out in the midday sun"; today, there was a sweet brindled rescue greyhound, a "jug" (Jack Russell/pug mix) named "Jugs," and a darling Dachshund just while we were there. But Chester the Pomeranian won my heart, sailing around in his owner's arms and surveying the produce with a tongue extended in precisely the arc of a ski jump.