Comfort Food

Today I finally got an iron skillet, one seasoned for decades. This was my Nonnie’s. I cannot wait to make some cornbread.
Which makes me think of the brilliant short film The Accountant, in which the accountant laments the slow subtle loss of southern idenity, saying that Boston Market is usurping southern food and redefining it, confusing us, and that one day we’ll all be eating cornbread that’s sweet and drinking tea that ain’t. Not if I have anything to say about it!
Which makes me think of something else brilliant. I think I’ll fix a southern supper–no, let’s be really southern and make it potluck–and have friends over to watch The Accountant. Netflix doesn’t carry it, so I just ordered a copy from Ginny Mule Pictures. Will let y’all know when it arrives, and the pot liquor will flow!

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5 Responses to Comfort Food

  1. Liana says:

    That pan’s a beaut. I’m not worried about the future of southern food one bit.

  2. Stephanie H. says:

    That pan represents years and years of bacon. Alex and I have been trying for almost ten years to get our pan to look like that. We’re close, but not there yet.
    And I have to say that one of my biggest pet peeves is sweet cornbread. You can hardly get cornbread out that isn’t sweet! I always thought sweet cornbread was a South Carolina thing. But could it (gasp!) be a Yankee thing???

  3. kittin sticks says:

    I want cornbread!!

  4. Bon says:

    Yummy! What a lovely pan! Reminds me of my mom’s. *sniffle*
    You’re so damn cool.

  5. Alison says:

    Must… eat… cornbread… *drooool*

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