i know it doesn't sound like a big deal - but down here - in the deep south, that's grounds for expulsion. only yankees put sugar in their cornbread. i used half and half too - instead of buttermilk. i am so gone...
but OMG was it good.
this girl right here can cook some soul food - make no mistake.
so it's January 1. gotta have the black-eyed peas, cabbage and cornbread. not sure if this is a purely southern tradition or not. i know everyone here does it. you can't walk through a produce section the last week of December at any grocery store in these parts without tripping over a head of cabbage or a bag of black eyed peas ...
something about good luck, money and or health. since i need them all - and can't remember which is for what, we covered all the bases.
this morning before church, i throw some of the peas, chopped up ham, hickory smoke salt and a few green onions in the crock pot. set to High
wash and chop cabbage. put in steamer - dribble with bacon grease and hickory smoke salt ( a little redundant - but worth it). It's ready to turn on the minute we get home.
and when we got home, it smelt so good when we opened the doors... Mmmmm, Mmmmm...
so I pulled out my favorite cookbook Deep South Staples: How to Survive in a Southern Kitchen without a can of Cream of Mushroom Soup- by my favorite southern chef and writer, Robert St. John. Lo and behold, there's a recipe for Yankee Cornbread. and it calls for
so we ate and are now sitting back and waiting on the money, luck and good health...
and while I am on the subject of Robert S. John, my mom sent me his new book, My South. A People, A Place, A world of Its Own for Christmas. It's actually a compilation of southern poems and verse. i have read it twice, parts of it out loud just so i can hear the words spoken with a southern drawl - as they were meant to be...
i can't read this to you, but let me share one of my favorite pieces...
I'm talkin' about a southern girl - greatest natural wonder of the world.
She's the reason the seasons change.
Her twang, soft as spring rain, is used to sooth pain.
Her silky drawl gives her the ability to touch you even when she says "y'all"
She can be as fierce as a summer storm,
yet on a cold night, her apple-butter eyes can make you feel warm.
Because God had a handle on her life, her soul lights its own candle.
Full of sass, created her own class.
Her champagne smile can calm the wildest beast.
Her smooth caress can bring about the sweetest peace.
As she steps into a room with effortless grace,
her very presence radiates any place.
Men have fought to keep such an appealing treasure--
diamonds, pearls, gold, nothin' can match or measure.
and this southern girl just put Sugar in her cornbread...