I love corn on the cob when it is coming in freshly. My Dad use to grow some every summer. He preferred the kind called Silver Queen. It was white instead of yellow. Because we grew up on it, loved it and it held great memories, that is still my preference today. Each year when the harvest started coming in, he would pick it fresh, we'd all help shuck & brush it and then he would boil pots and pots of it and we ate it for supper, all we could hold !
To this today, like you said, the secret to boiling is to not over cook it. 7 minutes..... that is the length of time once it comes to a boil. Salt, pepper and butter... lots of butter... dripping with butter... yum yum !
Every year I still want to do that in the summer, even though I don't grow it myself, I seek out the farmers who still grow this kind (which is harder and harder to find)..... and at least once or twice, I cook a big pot and eat all I can hold.
Some traditions are just SO worth holding onto.
Buttery corn heaven for sure !
I love mentally traveling back to those wonderful childhood days. There is nothing like those kind of memories to fill you full of the warm fuzzies.