The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I did dishes, I did a load of laundry, I got the Goodwill all bagged up and I made cornbread (this is all shirei_shibolim's fault) and I have just one more load of laundry to do before I leave and that's mostly the clothes I'll have been wearing to work.

We ate so much cornbread growing up, I think it's a wonder we didn't get pellagra. My mother's recipe was extremely simple -- cornmeal, salt, baking powder, egg, oil, water -- and she'd make a 13x9 sheet pan and we'd eat that with sweet potatoes for as long as it held out.

Ew.

So it took me some years of relative economic stability to go near cornbread again. Or maybe it was just that Sherman didn't serve cornbread, so I had some enforced years' separation from the foodstuff.

But. Anyway. I like it once again. Just don't make me eat the stale corner-crumbs with milk poured over.

To do today:
EVERYTHING ELSE WAH.