This is corn smut, a culinary valuable type of fungus. It starts life like a yeast sporidia by budding daughter cells until it finds a genetically suitable mating partner. Once it becomes dikaryotic it starts to form the fungal hypha and infects a single kernel forming what you see as a gall.
While deletirious, and often considered a blight by farmers, the immature galls can be sold for many times more than the corn if it had not been infected. They are called huitlacoche when being used as culinary, and are described as tasting sweet and savory with earthy tones.
When infecting the kernel, the corn tries to protect itself using a reactive oxygen species, that in turn is countered by the fungus’s YAP1 gene that protects it from oxidative stress. Genetic research into M. Maydis has actually worked tangible results in our ongoing fight against breast cancer!
M. Maydis is a basidiomycota or “club type” fungus, which is to say it belongs to the same order as the classic mushrooms you’re used to seeing such as fly aminita/agaric which is the inspiration for the Super Mario power up mushroom.
This fungus is also considered a model species as in it’s sporidia phase is capable of accepting gene modification.
M. Maydis is also capable of synthesizing the essential amino acid lysine, which we need but cannot produce ourselves.
So, you see, not all corn infecting funguses are bad. Some are actually really cool, and have funny names like “smut”.


My parents had this maple tree between our and our neighbors houses since before I was born but at some point during my teenage years it started to rot. I don’t know when it began or what caused it but I watched the maple tree I used to climb and who’s leaves I used to play in every fall develop a crevasse in its truck that got larger every year. Eventually it began to lean and discussion regarding its removal began. It was around that time though that my affinity for fungus began to develop (started growing them in my closet lol) and I noticed pearl oysters fruiting from that crevasse. Anyway I convinced them to keep a portion of its trunk and every time it fruits is a feast! The tree lives on in my stomach as well as my heart. There’s a hole in the ground where it used to be that also grows reishi which is pretty cool
That is wholesome as fuck! Thanks for the heart warming story on this cold overcast morning.