The first time I made this corn dish for my family, it was a cold, wet Sunday in May. I don’t know about your neck of the world, but in our central valley of sunny California, spring had made an abrupt turn and winter took its place. We were cold. Freezing cold. Snow in the mountains. It was cold and wet. Can’t go outside wet and worried my garden was going to suffer wet. Thunder and lightening and hail. Strange for the end of May.