Cornbread… how deliciously southern.
The very idea of cornbread always makes me think of eating hushpuppies & fried catfish with my dad.
My daddy was one of those extra special people who could put a smile on anyone’s face. The man had a sense of humor that knew no bounds… and for the little time I had with him, he was my super hero.
The point I’m getting at here is that I saw a picture of cornbread pop up on one of my feeds the other day, & immediately I was transported back to a time where every second I spent with my dad was bliss.
I don’t need much more convincing than that. If the idea of food gives me a happy memory, I’m going to make that dish.
I’m not a complicated person, I’m just absolutely, irrefutably ruled by my emotions.