I may be forced into eating soups due to my broken jaw situation. But I am not going to let that stop me from enjoying the best of the summer season.

And, of course, sweet summer corn is among the best of the best of the summer season.

So it did not take a lot of effort on my part to decide to do a summer corn soup. A Creamed Corn Soup with Chili Ricotta.

This corn soup is very corn-centric too. I have made every effort I could to keep the corn front and center here. So the flavors I have chosen to accentuate the corn are exactly that--- accents. Accents of flavor.

Cream, chili powder, milky sweet ricotta and just a bit of lime. Plus, all three of these companions are handled with a very light touch. So it’s the corn you taste and the corn you remember.

As well as I believe these companion ingredients have been chosen, the primary credit for keeping this corn soup super corny goes to the preparation.

I like spicy food.

I even like really spicy food.

In my current state of broken jaw with mouth wired shut, I seem to be missing spicy food. Even more than a nice chewy cut of red meat. I am sure that particular craving will hit me soon (like a ton of bricks). After all my mouth has been closed for business less than a week now. Give it some time. The worst is yet to come. I am sure it will start to get ugly real soon.

But right now, right here, today, I want something spicy and south of the border in flavor.

I’d really like a torta al pastor from any one of the many thousands of taco stands or trucks that dot the corners of Los Angeles (gosh, you gotta LOVE Los Angeles). But pork is not a tune my teeth can tap to anytime soon. Heck even bread or tortillas are out of the question for several more weeks.

What’s a man to do?

Yesterday I cleaned the kitchen. I don’t mean regular old sweep the floor, wash the dishes, and wipe down the counters cleaned.

I mean top to bottom, wash the walls, clean the exhaust vent, organize drawers, empty and scrub out the fridge, 4 hours of work kind of cleaning.

So I was prepared to say to Carl Cook and Betty Baker. “No Sup! for you” (ya’ know like Jerry Seinfeld)! Because, I was not about to make a mess; no kind of mess at all.

I hate admit it but I was enjoying imagining all of you pleading and begging for more. “Please Sup! I want some more” (ya’ know like Oliver Twist)!

But then I thought. “My goodness! Where did this streak of cruelty come from?” I like to think of myself as “happy and peppy and bursting with love” (ya’ know like Felix Unger)!  I mean would Lady Di withhold food from the starving?

But then again, I’m not Lady Di, and you are probably not starving. And this is of course, virtual food. Some might even say pretend food.

So I resolved to stick to my guns. “No Sup! for you (ya’ know yada yada yada…)!

But it did not work out that way, because today you get two recipes!