There are few things better than fresh baked cornbread

My dad always loved cornbread. My mom used to make it from scratch whenever she would make a large kettle of beans. The leftover cornbread would always be tucked into a brown paper lunch bag and stored at the back of the counter until it was finished off - either with the beans or by my dad's favorite way, the cornbread being crumpled into a glass to have milk poured over it and spooned out.

I was never much for having a bowl of beans, but I loved that cornbread and eagerly awaited it to be out of the oven and ready to be sliced, hot, and coated in butter. I made up a batch of cornbread today, first time I think i have made any since my dad passed away, and as soon as it was out of the oven I was ready to slice into it, cut the slice in half, and spread hot butter over it before sandwiching it back together to enjoy.

Sometimes it's the simple things in life that taste soooooo gooood.