I caught you a delicious bass

[wickedflea]

I'm going to have to ask Grandmother for a cornbread training session if I ever get it together to make a trip home. I've never tried to make it before. But I got a craving tonight, so I tried some of this shit. It's filth. I saw the "honey sweet" claim on the package, but I thought it certainly couldn't be THAT sweet. RONG. RONG. It's like shortcake or something. You could put strawberries and whipped cream over it and have a pretty good dessert. But it ain't cornbread. Cornbread should not be sweet. And I don't even think this crap has cornmeal in it! And it called for milk instead of buttermilk! Hell, even I know better than that.

I might even try some on my own tomorrow. I can't do any worse. My grandmother would be ashamed if she knew I was using store-bought cornbread mix anyway.

Saw Napoleon Dynamite today. I dig.

Comments

[ex-sinnie785.livejournal.com]

it's all in the cast iron pan, my dear. seriously.

the recipe on the back of my box of corn meal is what my mom uses (not sweet....not cake....yay!) and her stuff is delicious because she bakes it in an ancient cast iron skillet. me? i cook that shit up in a cake pan. :(

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I definitely need a good skillet if I'm gonna do it right. I used a cast-iron grill pan tonight. I've heard you can buy pre-seasoned ones that are pretty good, so I'll have to look into those!

[motherevol.livejournal.com]

ND is my new favorite movie. I saw it the second day when I was back home in Chicago with my best friend, and it was such a wise way to spend an afternoon. I think I pee'd myself several times from loud bursts of laughter and twitching.

I laughed for fifteen minutes after Napoleon got whacked in the face with the launched steak. That scene is forever imprinted on my noogin', and I'm gonna have to take m_fallenangel to see it ASAP. He'll probably stop dating me after I de-virginize his eyes with this beautiful trainwreck.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

The steak-clocking scene was one of my favorites too! Also the one where Napoleon hit Rico's van with the grapefruit. :)

[enfuego.livejournal.com]

Napoleon Dynamite kicked ass.

Tina, ya fat lard, come eat your dinner.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I love the noises that damn llama makes, especially during the scene after the credits.

[enfuego.livejournal.com]

Yeah, we were dumbasses--saw it in the theatre twice and didn't know there was a scene after the credits. Guess that'll teach us. We saw it too early, actually, I don't think the extra scene was on when we saw it, it was in the first week.

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

I remember my mom used to make something called Quick Tamale Pie when we were kids. It had cornbread on top. Good stuff, I tell ya. :D

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised we didn't have that in Mississippi! For some reason, tamales are very popular over in the Delta.

Grandma Lane's Cornbread (aka The One True Cornbread)

[motherevol.livejournal.com]

0.75 cup whole-kernel stone ground cornmeal
0.25 cup wheat flour
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking powder
0.25 to 0.33 teaspoon baking soda
2 level tablespoons sugar
1 egg
2 tablespoons melted fat (see above)
0.75 to 1 cup buttermilk (*)
In a 9'' cast iron skillet, melt 2+ tablespoons of fat (Crisco, bacon fat, etc). Pre-heat oven to 375F.

Mix dry ingredients together; mix in egg and buttermilk to make a goopy, sloppy mix, and pour into (slightly) warm skillet. Bake fifteen minutes (**). Turn out onto a warm plate and serve.

(*) If real buttermilk is not available, it can be simulated by adding 1 tablespoon of vinegar to whole milk and allowing the mixture to warm at room temp (or slightly more) for about an hour.

(**) When tableknife stuck in center of pan comes out clean the bread is done.

Re: Grandma Lane's Cornbread (aka The One True Cornbread)

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Whoa, thanks, mama! Looks good, but I'm afraid of the sugar. :\

[faerywren.livejournal.com]

A cornmeal mix is much less hassle and it isn't technically cheating 'cuz it's only the premixed flour/cormeal. No other ingredients. I could send you a bag of good ol' White Lily cornmeal mix if you like. One egg, 1 1/4 cups of milk, 1/4 cup of oil, 20 minutes at 450F and you have cornbread!!
I was raised in the south and can understand your craving.
Just let me know when you want some grits....

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Cool, thanks! I'll be heading home soon and can pick up some--but I'll let you know if I get desperate. :)

And grits, yeah--I actually found myself craving them the other day. And it's only been in the last few years that I even started eating them! Waffle House got me started on them.

Waffle House . . . *sigh*

[miladyelizabeth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but these more than make up for it. Nummy.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I never really ate butterbeans! My family always thought I was strange for that. Well, for lots of reasons, that being one of them. :P

[dob.livejournal.com]

Sounds like I should FedEx you some Jack's southern BBQ. I like fried catfish, collard greens, cornbread, and mac and cheese.

You know I've been iffy about seeing Napoleon but if you say it's good I'll like it.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I can't get with collard greens, mustard greens, turnip greens, or any of that. I'm down with everything else you mentioned, though. I even bring a couple of pounds of BBQ every time I'm home.

[dob.livejournal.com]

gotta' eat your greens man. They're good with the big chunks of pork in dem.

THANK YOU!

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

::stands up and cheers::

I may be a bornandbred Yankee, but I can't abide sweet sicky sticky gunk like that. And the texture needs to be a bit mealy and crunchy. My Southern relatives bought me amongst other things a proper castiron cornbread pan, and I plan to get me some organic cornmeal.

Poor flea!

Re: THANK YOU!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

You got it, sister. You have impeccable taste, even if you are a Yankee. :P

Re: THANK YOU!

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

Thankee. I went to YDS with a passel of Southerners, mostly from TN.