Monday, October 27, 2008


My mother is a great cook. A simple comfort food cook. What she did she did on the cheap and she did well.

I remember that when we'd have leftover cornbread, and we'd not be hungry for a dinner but enough for a snack, she'd pour a glass of milk. The put a piece of cornbread in it. A regular old fashioned corn bread milk shake.

I can't remember how many times I had this. But it popped into my head the other night. Right after we'd made some cornbread, which I subsequently drowned in 2%.