Listen up ya mess o’ Yankee bitches. Yes I’m talking to you…you AND your Pyrex using, Pam spraying ways. I’m tired of y’all messing up cornbread. It’s time for an intervention. As they say back home, listen up and pay attention so I can learn you right.
This isn’t some highfalutin, fancy society cornbread. The results bear little or no resemblance to that stuff that comes out of the tiny blue box you get in the grocery store, neither. It’s just plain simple corn goodness.
First and foremost, you need a nice heavy cast iron skillet…the kind Elin Woods should have reached for instead of the golf club. Ideally the skillet has been passed down for generations, has never ever seen a drop of soap, and is seasoned to perfection. If not, don’t panic. It’ll still come out damn tasty. It just won’t be perfection.
Now don’t get too squirmy at the next statement. I’m going to need you to drag out that old coffee can or mason jar you’ve got crammed in the back of the fridge/freezer. Yes, I’m talking about the one filled to the brim with those bacon drippings that you didn’t want to dump straight down the drain last time you gorged yourself on crispy, salty yummitude. Don’t judge. It’s a recession people – we’re supposed to be thrifty. Now let’s reuse that pork fat!
Oh hey, maybe I should list the ingredients at some point, eh? Did I mention the skillet yet? Cast Iron, damnit. No substitutions. Put the cake pans down and don’t even THINK about reaching for that glass Pyrex. Paula Dean would shank you. (You don’t mess with a woman that can take a ham to the face.)
- 12 inch Cast Iron Skillet (Yes I’m listing it as an ingredient. Are you picking up on how serious I am about the skillet thing?)
- 2 cups buttermilk (If you’re a cheater like me, just put 2 tablespoons of vinegar or lemon juice into your measuring cup, and then add enough regular milk to make 2 cups. Let it sit and think about what it’s done for five minutes and that mess will curdle faster than MTV can put together another over-hyped reality show.)
- 2 cups stone ground cornmeal
- 2 teaspoons salt
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 3 eggs
- 2 tablespoons of bacon drippings (You can substitute shortening. You can try using oil instead but I can’t make any promises.)
Plop those milky white congealed globs of bacony goodness right into the middle of that CAST IRON SKILLET. Go ahead and stick the gooped skillet in the oven while it preheats to 450 degrees.
In the meantime, mix together the cornmeal, salt, and baking soda. Then you can stir in the eggs and buttermilk. Try and get the clumps of dry mix completely combined.
Once all the fat has melted into a potential torture device, CAREFULLY remove the skillet from the oven and pour the batter into the hot skillet. Stir the molten bacon goo into the batter and return to the oven.
Bake the cornbread for 20 – 25 minutes or until your knife remains clean after stabbing.
Its tasty plain, but it’s even better with butter or some homemade blackberry jam (shout out to Mom and her mad jam making skillz). It’s also wicked tasty underneath a mound of chili or black eyed peas. Hell, I’ve been known to macerate some fresh strawberries in just a tidge of sugar, whip up some cream, then dress up the cornbread and call it strawberry shortcake.
I promise, if you just try this once you’ll never go back to your Jiffy corn muffin, Pyrex baking ways. Trust the Elly. Have I ever steered you wrong before? (Siblings, spouses, and relatives are not allowed to answer that question.)
If Paula Dean can take a ham to the face… That’s wrong in the best way.
Where’re you from, partner?
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The glorious state of North Carolina! Sometimes I think about taking up smoking just so I can be more supportive of my home state. Speaking of supportive, I really think your cheetah needs a sports bra.
Fuck yeah. About time some good old southern cooking took place. I heart you. Can I have sum corn bread now? With chili. Fucking A. Cast iron skillet… wish I had my mom’s. My stepdad wish she didn’t. Oooo weee.
A little brain matter and skull fragments add delicious flavor to any skillet creation.
Sounds amazing, though I am vegetarian and do not have the coffee can of fat to add. Maybe I could use some from my thighs? And Paula Deen is a goddess.
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You use whatever fat makes you happy, my little socially conscious consumer! I’m told eggplant fat works nicely.
This needs to be changed to ‘the benefits of cornbread while swimming.’
I’m going back to the boobie article.
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Try not to get mesmerized by KeepingYouAwake’s new graphic contribution to the boobies post.
Ok, there you go again showing off another of your many wondrous dimensions, I mean dementians(because that is a word). Yum and damn you for being this covert domestic diva with whips, chains and all. Seriously, you try to act all rough around the edges but you are seriously fucking refined. You define refined!! You have outed yourself with your shower curtain projects and tasty cookin…Will you be discussing sexy lingerie and all of your best moves in bed anytime soon? You are a goddess.
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“Seriously fucking refined.” Oh Magda, you have no idea how I’ve longed for such an acknowledgment of my mad skillz. I may just have to create a “Seriously Fucking Refined” blog award and bestow it upon your web empire. Shit. There went all the projects I was going to accomplish today.
You had me at bacon drippings, darlin.’
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I’m 20 minutes from lunch over here and all I can think of is how much I want warm cornbread!
And I’ll have you know that not only do I own TWO cast iron skillets but neither one of them has ever seen soap. 🙂 Salt and paper towels, baby!!!
My daddy learned me right.
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Word to your dad…and your skillets. My heart is all aflutter. But that could me from consuming all that bacon fat.
I make jam AND a poor rendition of corn bread! But I’m Canadian, so what would you even expect? Maybe I’ll follow this recipe and blog the whole shenanigan and maybe I won’t.
YESYESYES!!!! I’m addicted to William Sonoma catalogues like a eunuch addicted to Victoria Secret. So when they had some cast iron skillets on sale, I bought them! Woohoo! Now what? After I read the instructions and realized I’ve got to take care of them more than I take care of my own damn kids, they went into the same box and are still in the cabinet. But we love corn bread so I may attempt it one day. And when I do, I’ll blog it and dedicate it to you, my Southern Belle.
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So I was flipping through a bon appetit while catsitting at a friend’s house and came upon this recipe. I thought you should have it. It came from one of those readers who was “vacationing in Mexico and woke to the aroma of Chocolate Chip Cornbread each morning.” CHOCOLATE CHIP CORNBREAD!!!!
Here’s the recipe: Preheat oven to 375 grease a 9 x 5 x 3 inch metal loaf pan
1 1/4 cup all purpose flour, 3/4 cup cornmeal, 1/4 cup sugar, 2 tsp baking powder, 1/4 tsp salt, 1/2 cup bittersweet or semisweet choc. chips.
Mix all that together.
1 cup whole milk, 1/4 cup canola oil, 2 large eggs
Mix all that together, then combine both mixtures. Pour mixture into pan. Bake for 35 min (test with a knife for doneness). Cool in the pan for 10 min, then cool out of the pan for 10 min. Serve warm. ENJOY!
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