Saturday morning I woke up hungry for cornbread. I'd forgotten how delicious and beautiful it was. Apparently Dru did too because he left for his morning rounds before it was out ofthe oven.There's something homey and pleasant about cornbread.
I know you're supposed to use a cast iron skillet for this sort of thing...but I haven't one. That's okay, I'm not smart enough yet to be able to tell the difference.
I know you're supposed to use a cast iron skillet for this sort of thing...but I haven't one. That's okay, I'm not smart enough yet to be able to tell the difference.
Somehow, I managed to get it very much like Mom's always was. We'd always pile on the sugar and eat it with milk.
But it's much better drenched in honey...
...with milk, of course!
(The honey was a gift from Mae Wahn, she's a very generous person.)
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