Mama's Cornbread Muffins
My mother's cornbread, while I was growing up, was like so many other Southerners' bread back then, a round cake baked in a preheated iron skillet, just as her mother's and grandmother's and probably her great- and great-great-grandmother's had been before her. Cut into wedges and passed around while it was almost blistering hot, we eagerly risked a burn to split our steaming wedge and stuff it with as much butter as we could get away with.
It was the quintessential accompaniment for Mama's pots of greens, beans, field peas, and vegetable soup.
And yet, oddly enough, when I'm missing her and craving her cornbread, it's not a round skillet cake that I make, Read More