Showing posts with label cornbread. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cornbread. Show all posts

Monday, September 17, 2012

Mister Bua's cornbread


It isn't really cornbread.

But you knew that.

It's a crispy baguette that has been soaked in melted sweet butter. The butter was neither poured over nor spread on the bread when it was warm from the oven. It was melted by something much, much better: a just-steamed, super fresh ear of local corn.

We're getting to the end of the growing season. The nights are growing cold here in Maine, leaves are beginning to turn. I'll miss the fresh corn and the bread that I always eat alongside it.

I have Vito Bua to thank for this summer tradition that I hold dear. Mr. Bua was grandfather to several of my cousins. I remember him for only two things: dancing with the ladies (boy, could he dance with the ladies!) and teaching me how to eat fresh summer corn.

Mr. Bua died long ago, and we never were what you would call close. And yet, every summer when the corn comes, there he is teaching me all over again what to do.


"Here," he says in that thick Italian accent of the immigrants of his day. "First you put your butter on your bread. Like this."


"Now, go ahead, rub the corn up and down until it all melts."


"Okay, son, the bread is the best part of all, you know. Don't ever forget that."


And I never did.

Thanks, Mr. B.
 
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