My mom was raised in Nebraska, and he saying was always, "twenty minutes from stalk to pot." Guess they used to go set up a big tub of boiling water on the lake (or wherever they were going to picnic), get the fire going to heat the water, then someone would stop by a close cornfield and pick the corn. Come throw it in the water, cook and eat. NOW, I prefer the freshest we can get (have to get up early and get to the truck gardens to get that days pick), bring it home and grill it either noon or for supper Hmmm--good. Hardly ever eat "boiled" corn anymore--just too blah. Grilling is the only way to go!