Every night at about 10 pm, a guy walks through our neighborhood pushing a cart and screaming, “Elotes!” He is in the corn-on-the=cob business and from all we can tell, it is booming. We have taken to buying one or two ourselves one or two times per week. It is not nearly as good as fresh corn-on-the-cob in season in the Oregon, but it is pretty good. The only rub is that he only sells it with chile sauce and mayonnaise. Lorena likes it that way, but I have to add my own butter and salt. This is just another good reason to lover our neighborhood.