. . . . For months he threatened he was going to make cornbread.
Weeks ago he acquired the essential cornmeal.
Yesterday, he did it.
. . . . At my suggestion he baked it in the miraculous Bayou cast iron deep skillet. O my, what a perfect crust all around and bottom it made. The slices came off the cast iron with barely a crumb left behind.
After the recommended baking time he did the toothpick in the middle test, and then cut out a teeny chunk. He thought it was quite done enough in the middle. I said just put the skillet back in the now shut off oven.
I thought the middle was baked sufficiently already, but he wanted more, and he was the baker.
It was perfect by his reckoning when he pulled it out again some minutes later.