Y’all have just cracked me up with your comments on my last post. However, I’ve been somewhat convicted today and felt I needed to come clean…
Apparently, some of you think I actually cook cornbread. Nope. That would be Dave. To date, he has been cooking his cornbread in a glass pie plate, much to Becky's complete disgust. We’ll (um, he’ll) use the cast iron next time, Bec!
Some of you also think I fry foods. Nope. That would be Dave, too. But, not nearly as much as when I first acquired him.
I don’t have a recipe blog, because, well, I am not known for my culinary skills. My siblings used to (affectionately) call me “Peg Bundy” if that’s an indicator.
In truth, David was raised here in the Ozarks on foods like pinto beans and cornbread with all the country fixins. He eats strange things, like crushed up crackers (or cornbread) IN milk. He likes side meat from a pig. Ick!
I grew up on meat, potatoes, and a veggie, and usually some kind of bread. My mom would usually have a routine… Sundays we had pot roast, Mondays – spaghetti, Tuesdays – maybe Chinese Pie, etc. There was very little frying in my childhood home… and there’s even less in my current one.
I eat 4-6 small meals a day, so big meals are not typical here, either. Usually I take all my food to work and when I get home I’ll fix a small supper and have a mini meal later in the evening. Meat, always lean, is usually cooked in the oven, on the stove top, or on the grill (thanks lately to Tyler’s grilling skills).
So, based on all those confessions… I’m hoping to use my new-found cast iron cookware some… but I’m not looking for it to get worn out either!
As for those yummy looking biscuits that David made? Look in the refrigerator section at Walmart – they’re Pillsbury in the blue can.
Although, I DO make a mean homemade biscuit!!