Corn!

I’m sitting outside right now listening to the horn of my local corn vendor who sounds to be a few streets over.  He comes down our street everyday between 3 and 5 pm with his cooler full of steaming, hot corn. His cart has all the fixins for a mid-afternoon snack; lemon juice, mayonnaise, butter, cayenne pepper and cotija cheese.  Whether you get it on the cob or in a bowl it’s $1.25 and absolutely tasty.

I lived in Venice and Santa Monica briefly before moving to Hollywood and in that decade, the one thing I missed the most was the corn man.  See, I grew up in West Covina and went to school in La Puente.  Everyday after school, the corn man was parked alongside the ice cream truck. We had the option of getting a relatively healthy snack or junk food.  Beautiful!  Living on the westside during that time, pretty much killed any chance of finding a guy walking down the street selling corn.  Once Pan Pacific Park re-opened, we’d occasionally find the random vendor, but it could be 3 months before we were there the same time he was.

I’m always amazed at the number of Angelenos who have never had corn from the corn man, let alone those who’d never even seen or heard of corn vendor.  I highly suggest that if you are in that number, you seek out a corn vendor.  I get a bowl with everything, easy on the mayo.  What’s your favorite combo?

6 Replies to “Corn!”

  1. Oooh, elote! I like it with everything as well!

    It’s funny, when my dad was working in east LA, elote was the highlight of his day. He spread the word to all the other Korean businessmen in the area, and every afternoon they’d swarm their corn guy. Over time, somehow a cultural exchange blossomed as they started giving the corn guy Korean snacks and then he started offering them more kinds of Mexican snacks until pretty soon they were exchanging entire meals. It was really sweet, once a week my dad would come home with a bag full of tamales and once a week we’d send over Korean food.

    There’s gotta be some universal truth in there, but at the time all we knew was both cultures looooooove to eat.

  2. Oh man, I haven’t had elote since I lived in Chicago. I have to keep my eyes open for an elote cart. LOVE that stuff, with everything please. (I always had to repeat myself several times. I’m so white, they never believe me that I want everything until they watch me bite into it.)

  3. And here I thought I was getting a deal. The guy in Pan Pacific charges $1.50 – $2.25 depending on the color of the sky. Growing up it was 50 cents, but over here, everyone has it for $1.25. I was going to hit up the guy in Lincoln Park (the actual park, that is) to see how much he charged, but his corn was green-greyish.

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