After many years of travelling to different continents and experiencing their cultures, among other things I enjoy is discovering how there are different products and ingredients specific to a place or a culture and how they have been adapted all around the world.
Take corn for example. From "cheesy grits" for breakfast in New Orleans; the hanging of corn husks on the house entrances in Bhaktapur, Nepal; the use of deep fried "corn hairs" as a garnish in a 3-Michelin star restaurant in Barcelona; to discovering a corn fungus called cuitlacoche in a market near Oaxaca, Mexico.
Other discoveries have included a sweet drink made from purple corn called chicha in the streets of Bolivia; a cornflake snack called chaat on my many train trips around India; and a simple boiled corn in a rural area near Kandy, Sri Lanka that was an absolute delight. Corn has been present on all my trips and has always surprised me.
But my first memory with the humble corn cob was as a kid going to the markets with my grandmother Chona in Buenos Aires. She used to take me there to buy freshly ground cornmeal to make polenta. In my opinion, this was perhaps the greatest hit in her culinary repertoire.