One of the pleasures of slow cycling must be the stuff you see when ambling along. Coming home this afternoon in no hurry I took the long route through Wheelock, Winterley, and Oakhanger. Many farms grow maize, or mielies as we called them in South Africa.
I’m no farmer, but I do grow sweetcorn on my allotment, so I know that the crop finished a few weeks ago. So why are there fields of unharvested sweetcorn? This one is just outside Alsager on Nursery Road:
Sure enough when you look closely the individual cobs are brown and way past their succulent best:
Someone suggested to me, and it seems plausible, that these are not grown for human consumption at all but are animal feed, and are due to be harvested stalks and all and crushed up and processed. This doesn’t seem quite right! Not that the animal is going to mind their sweetcorn being not sweet and not served with butter and salt.
By pure co-incidence, tea tonight was pizza and sweetcorn.