And we take it deadly serious, hon. When I was a kid, our neighbors threw a crab feast every year and they always had corn from two different sellers. All Silver Queen, cooked the same way, but served on two separate, clearly marked trays. Miss Theresa preferred corn from a certain produce stand (now gone) on Ritchie Highway; Mr. Al bought his corn on the Eastern Shore, where he also bought the crabs. Each was convinced in the superior freshness and sweetness of the corn from their favored sources. Although both tasted equally good to me, this kind of corn extremism didn't strike me as particularly odd-even at 8 years old, I knew the importance of good corn. Now I've grown into my heritage, a deep geek, able to compare and contrast white versus bicolored corn, the finer points of Cloud Nine and Ice Queen varieties, and-most importantly-the best places to buy truly fresh corn.