Fried on kohls, boiled, or even raw, with gray salt.
It used to be a delicacy.
As kids, we used to make this preparation like a ceremony.
First made by grandma and then, while growing, by ourselves.
There was no such thing as eating too much. Because when it comes to corn, we were always hungry for more.
These days not so much because of me, but they still “magically” disappear.
I guess this “hunger” is passed through generations :)
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