Musical Cornbread

I make my great aunt's recipe. It's not sweet at all. We'd often eat it like a cereal. Cut a wedge and throw it in a bowl, break it up, sprinkle a touch of sugar if you want, and add milk (or coffee-milk). One of the best things ever! We did it for breakfast or Sunday evening meals. Took years for the family to get the recipe right, because when she shared it, a table spoon was really a big serving spoon and a cup was a coffee cup. My cousin had to sit down with her and have her dump the ingredients in a separate bowl so she could measure with regular measuring incremented devices.

That cornbread and my grandma's couche-couche are two great memories from when I was a kid!
Funny how some of the best memories can come from experiences cooking. I can remember the feeling when I bought my first new car. It pales in comparison to learning mom's gumbo recipe with her day after Thanksgiving.

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