John & I were talking about how we were raised in the chemical generation. I suppose all those great inventions were designed to make our moms’ lives easier, but there is nothing at all like home-made baked goods. John was raised in New Orleans and his mom made cornbread from scratch. But, I, like Renato, grew up eating corn muffins made from a boxed mix – Jiffy was the best. I loved them, because my mom always let me make them.
Fast forward many years to where many of us who were raised on Bisquick, Hawaiian Punch, Jell-o Pudding, and Kool-Aid, are growing our own vegetables and buying organic beef. It does amaze me how many prepared items are available in grocery stores these days, but I’m spoiled by fresh ingredients living in Southern California.
I never made cornbread from scratch until I married John. Even though this recipe is sweeter than his mother’s, we both enjoyed it & it’s sure to grace our table again. No more boxed cornbread mixes for me!
Baked Sunday Mornings is a virtual group of bloggers working our way through Baked Explorations by Matt Lewis and Renato Poliafito.
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