If you get fresh baby corns in your local supermarket, I am so jealous of you right now. So next time please do me a favor, when you come across them in the awesome aisle, promise me that you will pick up a pack of them. Promise me that you will fight for them if they are the last pack available and give them the love and respect they truly deserve. No, I haven’t gone crazy. It’s just that I usually get to buy those canned baby corns that smell like medicine and I have to wash them thoroughly a million and one times to get rid of the smell. But all said and done, even then, these make a scrumptious Manchurian dish. [Read on…]