You probably would never know that something as simple as roasted corn could bring about states of pure bliss ... unless you've had the opportunity to sample the roasted corn at the South Pasadena Farmer's Market. All the joy in the world is as close as a few juicy, semi-caramelized kernels slathered in butter and lemon. If Nietzsche had ever gotten a chance to nab one of these corn cobs, he'd have ended up writing greeting cards and volunteering as a clown at kids' birthday parties. Seriously: it makes you feel that good.
I understand the corn vendors also have baked yams, but I've never made it past their star offering. Why trade rapturous delight for a yam?