Saying goodbye to sweet corn for the year

Labor Day marks the effective end of Midwesterners going to local farms to bring home newly harvested sweet corn.  We have several local farms with a mile or two of our home, so it's easy to pop over every 3-4 days for fresh produce (it costs less than a dollar a cob at the farm). 

After three or four pulls on the outer bracts and some picking off of residual silk ("angel's hair"), the corn is ready for two minutes in the microwave and a lathering of butter.  We have been spoiled by the introduction of the super-sweet bicolor variety, which has outstanding flavor.  Every now and then we encounter some anomalies:

I'm guessing the one on the left was a little dehydrated (anyone know?), but it tasted fine.  And the one on the right might earn a ribbon at a state fair as the worst phyllotactic defect.  But both tasted fine.

To mark the end of the season, we had a family gathering in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, at which my cousin Karl (back home from Barcelona) incorporated our local corn into an outstanding paella:

I'm sorry to see the season end, but now it's time to start putting the garden to sleep and getting some service done on the snowthrower...