If corn on the cob is summer’s golden retriever, this is the version that learned a few tricks and started wearing a leather jacket. We’re going rustic on purpose: blistered kernels, salty cheese, a little smoke, and a butter situation that smells like toasted hazelnuts and bad decisions in the best way.
This is the corn I make when I want a side dish to act like the main character. It’s easy enough for a Tuesday, indulgent enough for a cookout, and it comes with built-in permission to eat standing over the sink if needed.




