When I was a teen, Othar King, the father of one of my hunting buddies, took us on an overnight squirrel hunting adventure. He was a real character, drove an old Model-T Ford truck. I don't think he ever had to buy gas for it, but he carried a 5-gallon can of oil in the back and stopped to add it often. He drove us about 35 miles into the next county late one afternoon, then back into the boondocks, and we slept on the ground, got up early for the hunt. We were parked between the woods we would hunt and a big field of field corn. We had brought along hotdogs to roast, and while we were cooking, Mr. King went to the field and brought back a dozen big ears of the corn, which was just in the milk stage. He told us to just shuck it, stick it on our wiener-roasting sticks and cook it until it was nicely browned. We did, then slathered on butter, salt and pepper, and that was an outstanding ear of corn. It gets waxy and chewy, with the usual taste of boiled corn on the cob but also a strong caramelized taste. Being teenagers, we boys ate it all. A lifelong favorite, and it works just as well with sweet corn if you catch it at the right stage.
I have read of green ears of corn being roasted in the ashes, and I assume that was done in the husk, but never found a description of it. None involving longhunters or frontiersmen, either, but since corn was the standard crop on the frontier, I suspect they used it in many ways.
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Travels in the Confederation, 1783-1784", Johann David Schoepf. He was a German mercenary who toured in some eastern states right after AWI.
Maize, however, does not everywhere come to complete maturity, and the people are accustomed to plant only so much of the commonest sort as they count on eating green. When the maize has just formed its ”˜ears’, and the grain is still soft and full of sap, the Americans hold it to be a delicacy; the ears are boiled or baked in the ashes, and eaten with salt and butter, and in the towns is cried for sale as ”˜hot corn’.
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The Native Americans did, too.
_Indian Captivity: A true narrative of the capture of Rev. O. M.
Spencer by the Indians, in the neighborhood of Cincinnati_ , in 1792
It being now about noon, the Indians suspended their sports to partake of the plentiful feast provided by Cooh-coo-cheeh, consisting of boiled jerk and fish, stewed squirrel and venison, and green corn boiled, some in the ear, and some cut from the cob and mixed with beans, besides squashes and roasted pumpkins. For bread, besides that prepared in the ordinary way from corn meal, we had some made of the green corn, cut from the cob and pounded in a mortar until it was brought to the consistency of thick cream, then being salted and poured into a sort of mould of an oblong form, more than half the length and twice the thickness of a man’s hand, made of corn leaves, and baked in the ashes, was very palatable.
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..about the middle of August, when the ears of corn, grown to full size, were yet in that soft milky state in which they were used for roasting”¦.
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I've got to try that creamed corn baked in the leaves, this summer for sure.
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