Growing up in Buffalo , NY ,cornbread was not a food we ate. Johnny cake was what my mom would make and I remember that was on a few rare occasions. My husband on the other hand, grew up with a mom who was from Appalachia and served food associated with that area.I remember the first time I ate at her house there was a huge bowl of bacon fat on the table. This was known as seasoning . To me it was called slap it on the thighs before you die from a heart attack.
His mom is now passed and on occasion I get requests for some "home" food. This was one of those nights.
Remember the Amish auction? Well I did buy him those turnips and in his mind turnips beget cornbread. I used the Farm Journal's Cookbook from an earlier post to make it and it came out quite well. I was proud that it was actually better than his mom's! I liked it so I am ready to make again in another year.
I used up the pork roast by making pulled pork and adding BBQ sauce. I ate that and cornbread but I must admit I did not eat the turnips. In my defense, I did eat a piece of raw turnip.
Tomorrow is Ham, Green beans and roasted veggies.
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