Fifty-one. July fourth. The land smells like everything at once in summer — warm grass, the faint rot of the compost turning, the cedar that edges the western fence, the overripe plums that have started falling faster than we can catch them. I've been walking the food forest in the mornings again, the way I did in the early years when it still surprised me, but now I'm walking it the way you walk a place you know — cataloguing, checking in, noticing what's different from last year and what's the same.
Caleb came for the birthday and we grilled venison and sweet corn and ate outside until it was dark. He brought a persimmon wine he'd made himself, first batch, which was better than I expected and I told him so. He said he used Art's method from memory and that Art had corrected him on two points via phone. That made me laugh. Art at seventy-four is still correcting people on fermentation and considers this a gift he gives freely.
River brought his girlfriend, a young woman named Lucia who studies environmental science at OSU and who, within twenty minutes of arriving, had walked the entire food forest with River as guide and was asking questions that revealed she'd read Lily's second book. She and River talked for an hour after dinner about land stewardship and water rights and Elohi Foods' distribution model while Caleb and I sat nearby and did not interrupt because what was happening was too good to interrupt.
Fifty-one feels like the beginning of something I don't have a word for yet. Not old. Not middle-aged anymore either. Something else — a kind of settledness that still has motion in it. The practical guide is almost done. The land is in its stride. The people I love are building their own things. I think this is what abundance actually looks like from the inside.
The sweet corn we grilled that evening — husked right there at the table, charred just enough — was one of those simple things that held the whole night together. After everyone went home and the fire had cooled, I kept thinking about corn in that way: honest, uncomplicated, celebratory in its own quiet way. Cornbread fritters are how I carry that July Fourth feeling into the days that follow — the same sweetness, the same golden warmth, just shaped into something you can pick up with your hands and share without ceremony.
Cornbread Fritters
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 20 minutes | Total Time: 30 minutes | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 cup yellow cornmeal
- 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 1 tablespoon sugar
- 1 cup fresh or frozen sweet corn kernels
- 2 large eggs, lightly beaten
- 1/2 cup buttermilk
- 2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
- 2 tablespoons sliced green onions (optional)
- Vegetable oil, for pan-frying
Instructions
- Mix the dry ingredients. In a large bowl, whisk together the cornmeal, flour, baking powder, salt, pepper, and sugar until evenly combined.
- Combine the wet ingredients. In a separate bowl, stir together the eggs, buttermilk, and melted butter. Add the corn kernels and green onions if using.
- Make the batter. Pour the wet mixture into the dry ingredients and stir until just combined — do not overmix. The batter will be thick.
- Heat the oil. Pour about 1/4 inch of vegetable oil into a large skillet over medium heat. The oil is ready when a small drop of batter sizzles on contact.
- Fry the fritters. Drop heaping tablespoons of batter into the hot oil, gently pressing each into a small round patty. Cook for 3–4 minutes per side until deep golden brown and cooked through. Work in batches to avoid crowding the pan.
- Drain and serve. Transfer finished fritters to a paper-towel-lined plate to drain briefly. Serve warm, with sour cream, hot sauce, or your favorite summer condiment alongside.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 210 | Protein: 6g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 27g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 280mg