The first person that tried to teach me how to fix corn bread was my Grandmother Moore. Grandmother Moore made the best biscuits in the world, and taught me how to make them. And if I must say, I make some fantastic biscuits. But I hated corn bread and decided since I didn't care for the taste, I didn't need to know how to make it. Now Willard loves a good cake of corn bread, and his Aunt Naomi use to make it every day. And the funny part is in my old age I myself have taken a liking to it. I watched Naomi many times as she mixed the corn meal with just the right consistency of water that she wanted. I watched as she set the gas burner on just the right height. I remember thinking sometimes that the burner wasn't even on, until upon closer inspection, seeing a very small flame. The corn bread cooking very slowly.
Now let me tell you, I have wasted more corn meal than I'd like admitting to, trying to make corn bread. And sometimes, I do luck up and end up with some that is eatable. But I haven't perfected it yet. Don't laugh, but I've been trying for a few years now. I just haven't matched my grandmother's nor Naomi's gift for knowing just how to make it. But I keep trying.
Until next time God bless.
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