Corn Bread

So I've obtained a need to proclaim to you more frequently now. Perhaps it's because it's one of the few things I can do while doing one of the few things I do...um...aka...what can I do while Greta sleeps and Theodore is having a bath? Fold laundry, read a book (which I haven't done in 3 months), or blog...I'm sure we can all think of a few more things I can do...but for now, I will blog. 

I know some people absolutely love corn bread. I've never understood it. I thought it was because maybe I'd never tried it fresh before. I have a container of cornmeal. I have a cast iron pan. I made some corn bread. I still don't get it. Sure it's nice hot with a dallop of butter....but nothing amazing. Theodore liked it...but not alone. I used a few pieces to turn the chile/soup deal I made for dinner into a thicker sludge he could spoon. Good stuff. I will only make it again if it seems the PERFECT companion to something else...or if David proclaims his love for it...but it won't be fresh. He won't. 

Dryer's almost done tumbling. I talked about corn bread. Time to fold laundry...and I guess I have a few books I've been meaning to read...likely won't for a while though.

Splish splash

L