Christina made me think of this.
My Grandmother died twelve years ago. We held a funeral service at the cemetery, and afterwards, friends and family went over to my Mom’s for a reception. Pretty standard except for this: My first cousin and her husband, on the way to the reception, rented a trailer, went to my Grandmother’s house, and loaded up everything they wanted. Now that is Cold! Anyway, they missed the prize. I am the owner of several cast iron skillets that have been seasoned for about fifty years.
I think of this every time I make Cornbread.
Cornbread is also my dog’s middle name.
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I just had cornbread for the first time recently, my son made it for me from scratch. It was delicious! Enjoy your cornbread.
Hell Yea! That is Downtown my brutha! Just Damn!
I’ve got my grandmother’s cast iron. Best cookware ever. That 12″ skillet is blacker than the pits of hell, and slicker than goose shit on ice. I give it a scrub with coarse salt and hot water every so often, and then dry it over a low flame.
I’ll kill the person that puts soap on it! That would be some seriously bad fuckin’ juju.
I’m fixing Christina’s okra recipe tonight.
Would you consider posting recipe for your cornbread? I’m not getting the hang of it…mine is too dry.
I have old skillet.
I love a good cast iron skillet myself. Not so keen on cornbread though. I used to make Irish soda bread in mine.
My mom was from St. Joseph, MO (where Jesse James met his maker). She made the best damn cornbread in the world. I now know that we had navy bean soup and cornbread because we were dirt poor when I was a kid, but I’d take some of that home cookin’ over a fancy fillet mignon any day!
I have my grandmother’s cast iron pan she brought with her when she came her in 1901. I’ve gone through 3 wives, but I still have that skillet.
Ummmmm. Cornbread…
; )
You definitely got the prize. There is nothin’ like cooking in a well seasoned good old fashioned cast iron skillet.
I keep rereading that part about your 1st cousin. Good Lord.
Yep, husband’s mother and grandmother’s iron skillets are in my possession. Four total, ranging in sizes. Bou and Mo will have to decide who gets what. These devine cooking vessels severed up many an ancestors’ fixn’s i.e.: corn bread, bacon and eggs and good old fried chicken.