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Never Boil Your Corn Again

Many of us have fond memories of enjoying corn on the cob during its peak season. While boiling has been our go-to method, it often leaves the corn lacking that sweet, juicy taste we crave. There’s a better way—and it’s surprisingly simple! Using a slow cooker can transform your corn experience into something delightful.

No more standing over a boiling pot. By letting the slow cooker handle the process, the corn steams just the right amount, keeping its natural sweetness intact. Once it’s done, you can jazz it up with butter, salt, and pepper to your heart’s content. Revel in the finest flavors with ease!

Ingredients You’ll Need:

For this method, gather 8 to 10 ears of fresh corn. Add to that a humble 1/3 cup of water, enhanced with a tablespoon of lemon juice. Get your unsalted butter ready to slather on, along with a pinch of kosher salt and freshly ground pepper for a touch of spice. If you’re feeling adventurous, fresh herbs or green onions can make a great addition.

Simple Steps to Perfection:

Start by placing the corn directly into your slow cooker. Add the water, which is just enough to steam but not boil the corn. Cover the slow cooker and set it to high. In about 2 1/2 to 3 hours, you’ll notice the corn turning a vibrant, appetizing yellow and becoming tender to the bite.

When it’s ready, carefully lift the corn out using tongs—it’ll be hot and ready to absorb those delicious seasonings. Sprinkle with kosher salt and black pepper, adding a dollop of butter for richness. For a hint of freshness, drizzle with lemon juice and sprinkle with your choice of herbs or green onions.

Plate your perfectly cooked corn right away while it’s hot, and savor every bite. It’s that simple!

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