In the past few weeks I have eaten Mexican Grilled Corn, also known as elote, more than 10 times.
I’m a tad obsessed.
I don’t know why I haven’t introduced this corn into my life sooner.
When I finally made it for my family, my husband casually says, “Oh, elote! Sweet, I used to eat this stuff daily when I lived in Guatemala.”
I feel it grounds for divorce that he has not shared this deliciousness with me sooner. How dare he. Lucky for him, my fingers were covered in cheese and chili powder, so I couldn’t use my phone to google divorce lawyers immediately.
I’m pretty sure I can never eat a naked piece of corn on the cob again.
It would almost feel like a waste to just eat it with butter and salt from now on.
Once you have had it smeared with a mayo/sour cream mixture, riddled with parmesan cheese, and generously sprinkled with chili powder, salt and cilantro… there is no going back.
Trust me… I don’t want to go back.
And I suppose I’ll keep my husband too. He’s good for things like killing spiders and mowing the lawn.