alas corn kept coming to me yesterday and it hasn't left me---
i once read a book--i wish i could remember the name--it was one of those books, i take a chance on, when i find them in my local dollar store----although i can't remember much about the book--one thing has stuck with me--
the writer tells of how his mother, that lived in an impovereshed mountain area, would always have a pot of beans and cornbread, ready for any visitor that might find theirself hungry--
what a cozy scene that set in my mind--not unlike my dear grandmother, "queenie"-
if you have read much of my blog, you know she is the one in my story, "queenie's bequest"
every time we went to her small country house, she would have tons of food prepared---and you could count on there being cornbread, warming in the top of her old stove--she made it in a cast iron skillet---it never was my favorite kind of cornbread---but how much i would love to taste it again--
i find myself making cornbread quite often---mostly i use a mix and prefer the sweet cake like cornbread--
this past winter, i tried a few times having the beans and cornbread ready for the taking---but these days, hungry travelers don't visit like they used to-