Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Editor's Corner

February 2017


"Good judgment comes from experience and a lot of that comes from bad judgment."--Will Rogers
The month of Love and Valentines burst into really erratic weather across the North American Continent varying from record low temps and snowfall to record high temps and enough rain to erase drought status across much of the USA. What else marks this month for the current year, especially for some sports enthusiasts, is the Super Bowl featuring once again Patriots vs not so often Falcons. Even the Pro Bowl played in late January did not turn out the way this editor wanted. Now looking forward to the MLB baseball season that is right around the corner. 

Bud Lemire, who has his own poetry webpage with over 700 poems by him, is sharing a half dozen with us. Only one really hints at Valentines Day, "Love, And In Love." The others are "A New Beginning," "Age Is Just A Number," "My Own Bible," "A Book to Read," and the lovely "Snow Light."

John Blair's poems also six submitted are "Reading with My Granddaughters," "Feed And Thrive," "Night Sky," "Damned if You Do..." and one you may have to look up references on the title, "Procyon Lotor."
Four more poets, and or lyricists, add a composition each: Barbara Irvin with "Skating;" Bruce Clifford with "Counting The Seasons;" Adam Bradshaw with "Robbed;" John Bradshaw with "The Vulture." Like Phillip Hennessy, another poet often featured, the Bradshaws are musicians -- the father, John, has had several bands and played with others while his son Adam has not been as much in performing until more recently. They call their preference mostly Christian Rock, and just Rock.

Judith Kroll's column "On Trek" shares her special fondness for country roads. Rod Cohenour's "Cooking with Rod," blesses us with his magic recipe for Cornbread with several variations.

Thomas F. O'Neill, "Introspective," makes some timely observations and "Relections of the Day" by Dayvid Clarkson gives his own sobriety story, stressing it is his path and not perhaps for others -- their own choices must be made. "Irish Eyes" the column by Mattie Lennon of Dublin, tells us some inside info on the author who published the book "Ragland Road" and recalls another poet's "Ragland Lane."

Melinda Cohenour's "Armchair Genealogy" rings forth with the "Shady Characters" on and around her family tree with some well known names like Belle Starr. LC Van Savage's column "Consider This" tells how she feels about the trend ot making apologies here, there, and to whomever. She also is responsible for the only article  titled "Hair Today, Hair Tomorrow." The other article, "Beloved," is by an author you've seen here before as Bethany Davis now uses her married name Bethany Whitaker.

Mike Craner, without whom this ezine would have never made the web, deserves many bouquets for his expertise and patience. The fact that this issue begins the 20th year online gives a hint of how involved he has been--keepingthis little ezine able to continue its mission of encouraging writers, experienced and beginners, and to promote reading.

See you in March !!!

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Irish Eyes

On Raglan Road

“Only in you my song begins and ends.” 
So wrote Philip Sidney. 

When we are intrigued, uplifted or moved by a song how often do we know where it began?

Most Irish love-songs were inspired by women. But who were these women? When you listened to Luke Kelly belting out “Raglan Road” or Brendan O Dowda’s rendition of the haunting “Gortnamona” did you wonder who the objects of the composition were? Gerry Hanberry’s latest book “On Raglan Road – Great Irish Love Songs and the Women Who Inspired Them” gives the story of the unrequited love in Patrick Kavanagh’s life when the Medical Student, Hilda Moriarty admired his talent but didn’t want any romantic involvement with the 40 year old poet. But they remained friends and much later he told her, in a letter, that he liked her,” . . . because of your enchanting selfishness.” That “relationship” inspired the poem “Raglan Road”. The book also tells the stories behind thirteen other Irish love songs and in-depth biographical accounts of their authors..

Galway Girl

We are told in great detail who the real “Galway Girl”, “Nancy Spain” and “Grace” were. Thin Lizzy’s “Sarah”, Mick Hanly’s “Past the Point Of Rescue” and Johnny Duhan’s “The Voyage” all have strong and beautiful women behind them. The devastating death of Percy’s Frenh’s first wife at a young age prompted him, in his grief, to compose “Gortnamona”. Whatever about every good man having a woman behind him does every good song have a woman behind it?

Gerry Hanberry (above pic)has published four collections of poetry to date and also a biography of the Wilde family, “More Lives Than One - The Remarkable Wilde Family Through the Generations” and four collections of poetry . In 2000 he won the prestigious Originals Short Story prize in Listowel Writers' Week. Having won the Sunday Tribune/Hennessy Award in 2000 he went on to win the Strokestown Prize 2003 and RTÉ’s Rattlebag Poetry Slam also in 2003. In the Summer of 2004 he won the Brendan Kennelly*/Sunday Tribune Poetry Award and he also won the Galway City and Co. Council's Poetry Award for National Poetry Day 2009 and he has been shortlisted for many of Ireland’s top poetry prizes . Apart from his writing he is acoustic guitarist and vocalist with the great Rock, Country, Blues band The Atlantic Rhythm Section.

He has been invited to read and deliver workshops at many literature festivals and been broadcast on Lyric FM, Galway Bay FM, Newstalk, Midwest Radio, Cape Cod Radio in the US, Ireland's RTÉ and in Australia. He holds an MA in Writing from the National University of Ireland, Galway, where he teaches a Creative Writing course to undergraduates. He is also a teacher of English at St. Enda's College, Salthill. He was a journalist during the 1980s and 1990s, writing a weekly column for the Galway Observer under the name "Joe Barry". In addition he performs regularly as a singer-songwriter. He runs creative writing and poetry appreciation workshops and delivers talks on his non-fiction works around them . “Raglan Road” is published by Collins Press and its author is available to give a reading or talk, sing or play and can be contacted at ;

Patrick Kavanagh
*P.S. I hope Gerry doesn’t mind me using the following; In 2004 Brendan Kennelly wrote “ Raglan Lane “, a celebratory “poemsong “ that gives Patrick Kavanagh a moment of happy fulfilment rather than a climax of disappointment.


In Raglan Lane, in the gentle rain, I saw dark love again,
Beyond belief, beyond all grief, I felt the ancient pain,
The joyful thrust of holy lust, I stretched on heaven’s floor,
One moment burned what the years had learned and I was wild once more.
The years’ deep cries in her sad eyes became a source of light,
The heavy gloom and sense of doom changed to pure delight,
And as we walked and talked we knew one thing for sure,
That love is blessed togetherness and loneliness is poor.
Then I grew rich with every touch, we loved the whole night long,
Her midnight hair bon the pillow there became an angel’s song,
Her happy skin, beyond all sin, was heaven opened wide,
But as the dawn came slyly on, I slept and she left my side.
Why did she go? I’ll never know, nor will the gentle rain,
Her up and go was a cruel blow, and yet I felt no pain
For I had known her body and soul, in my own loving way,
So I lay and thanked the God of love at the dawning of the day.

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    My Dear Beloved,

    Don’t you know you are worth more than the numbers on the scale? You are more than the size of your jeans, or the measurement of your waist. You are more than the time spent placing each piece of hair where it needs to be. You are more than the hours standing before a mirror, painting brush strokes on your face to hide each blemish and the things you think are mistakes.

    I see you sitting on the closet floor; weeping from the feelings of worthlessness.

    You truly don’t see how lovely you are?

    Hush now lovely one, because I do. I see straight through to the true you.

    You may not perceive or comprehend it, but you are esteemed, valued, chosen, set apart and loved. So radically loved by God you couldn’t possibly fathom it. He calls you beautiful one.

    There is no room, no person, that can tell you what you are made of. But look to the Holy One and try your best to understand it.

    You are a woman of noble courage. A gentle spirit that flows through each person you encounter. You are a living, breathing example of endless, boundless grace. There is beauty in your simplicity, not just in your face.

    You are a Masterpiece, but simultaneously, an ever changing art of progression. An unraveling mystery of hope, love, and brilliancy.

    Tell me, when did you learn that beauty lies in your skin, and not from what’s within? You define your worth through a mirror, instead of through the people you’ve made better by simply being here. You’ve left pieces of yourself in every person you’ve embraced. They think of you everyday and you’ve left your love in every heart you’ve ever touched.

    It’s high time for you to just believe. Truthfully, beautiful is an apathetic way to describe you because you are beloved. Cherished. Adored.

    Open up your eyes and behold your true worth.
From author's blog "Altogether Beautiful."
©January 26, 2017 Bethany Whitaker
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Armchair Genealogy


Oh, Those Shady Characters!

    Researching one’s family is certainly a fascinating exercise. It is always exhilarating to find that heroic fellow who made history through a brave and courageous act – saved the world, so to speak. But, the path to that hero (or “shero” as is becoming popular in ModernSpeak) can be littered with those not-so-heroic folks, you know – the shady characters.

    My family tree is certainly filled with a bit of both – the heroes and those others, the ones polite families may condemn to the shadows, never to see the light of day.

    It may have been merely a quirk of fate that caused my own family tree to have branched out with an abundance of those infamous rather than famous folks. I’d like to believe if the winds of fate had blown a bit differently many of those adorned with the label Outlaw, or Gunslinger, or Horse Thief, even Murderer might have led a life much more engaged in mundane, every day events and not condemned to endless chastisement for the vagaries of their industry that led to their becoming – those shady characters.

    Let us consider, for starters, the most infamous (I believe) on my father’s side of the branch: The Youngers and The Daltons. The climate of northwest Missouri, Clay County, bordering the Kansas state line was the impetus that fired passions among the locals that eventually erupted into Civil War.

    This branch of the family tree did not begin so ignominiously. In fact, both the Youngers and the Creeks (my line) sprang from historically heroic fellows. Joshua Logan Younger, the father of Colonel Charles Lee Younger, was with George Washington at Valley Forge, wounded at Brandywine according to his pension papers – an injury that would end his military career and lead to remuneration. From the diary of another Younger relative, Jessie Jean Ginn, the following appears:
Family records say of Joshua Younger, "He first fought in the Battle of Boston, was wounded and sent home. He re-enlisted under Col. James Wood and fought in the battle of Quebec under the command of General Montgomery. Was wounded early in the battle and taken a prisoner and later exchanged to his regiment just in time to take part in the Battle of Germantown and the Surrender of Burgoyne. He was with Washington at Valley Forge in the winter of 1778 and 1779. He was in the Battle of Monmouth and others, was wounded in the Battle of Bertheson Bay, served four years and was honorably discharged early in 1770. He was a close friend of Daniel Boone."
    The mother of Colonel Charles Lee Younger was Elizabeth Virginia Lee, reputed by Cole Younger to be the daughter of the famous Richard Henry Lee. The Lee Family disputes this fact; however, having recently submitted DNA for analysis, this relationship has been validated by a number of cousin matches whose documented family trees tie back to Richard Henry Lee and to his forebears. The apparent foundation for the Lee family’s claim of no relationship lies in the fact Elizabeth was not named in her father’s will; however, she had predeceased Richard Henry Lee and moved far from the home estate in Virginia. Your author’s research shows the Younger family held land adjacent to the Lee land in Virginia – the proximity begging a closer relationship than typically reported. Some researchers attribute Elizabeth Lee’s heritage to be as sister to Robert E. Lee; some to daughter of Richard Henry Lee and Ann Aylett. The DNA results seem to bear out a familial relationship, yet to be documented in any more traditional way. Richard Henry Lee, if in fact our 6th Great Grandfather, certainly would fall on the Hero Line. A signer of the Declaration of Independence, he served in the House of Burgesses for many years, and was reputed to have a more golden flare for oratory than even one Patrick Henry. His voice was said to be “most mellifluous,” his posture and carriage majestic, his visage handsome and austere. He was tall for the time, graceful, and influential. These characteristics so match those of my father there is little doubt of the genetic lineage in my mind.

Richard Henry Lee - Standing
.    The trouble seems to have begun with the son: Colonel Charles Lee Younger. A handsome rascal, but one prone to lascivious tastes. He fathered some 19 to 22 children by two wives and a slew of mistresses and slaves. His first wife he wed when he was a mere fifteen years of age and she a year younger by most records. Back in that day, lives were shorter and women were considered spinsters if not “affianced” or wed by the age of 17 or so. Nancy Toney would bear Charles two children before her early death aged 29 at oldest reckoning, 18 by the youngest: Milton Toney Younger (1802-1852) and Elizabeth Darlisco Younger (1805-1892). Having been left single with two young children, Charles soon wed Sarah Sullivan Purcell who would bear him numerous children, including my 3rd Great-Grandmother, Virginia Lee Younger. While yet married to Sarah, Charles would begin a long-term relationship with his mistress, Paremelia Dorcus Wilson, by whom he would sire an additional nine children. We note only two here for their contribution to the cast of “shady characters”: first-born Adeline Lee Younger who would wed James Lewis Dalton and birth the boys who would become the Dalton Gang; and last-born Bruce Arthur Wilson Younger who would wed one Myra Maybelle Shirley, better known as “Belle Starr.”

    Not to leave anyone out, ole Charlie also managed to hook up with one or more of his mulatto slaves. Many attribute two children, Nathan and Washington by a slave named Fanny to him as well, by virtue of this portion of his will:

    “ ITEM 4th. I will and bequeath that after my death the following slaves belonging to me be manumitted and forever set free from slavery or service or bondage to any man, to wit: Elizabeth, aged 22 of mulatto color and her two children named Catherine and Simpson. Also Fany, aged between 35 and 40 years, and her two children named Nathan and Washington, and that their freedom commence at my death. ITEM 5th. I give and bequeath to said Elizabeth, Fanny, Catherine, Simpson, Nathan and Washington, named in the 4th Item, jointly, the 300 acre tract of land situated on Little Blue in Jackson County, which I bought in part from John Ross and from Hawkins Estate and in part from the U.S. Land Office, all which land is easily ascertained by reference to the deeds from the last named parties to me and from the land office Certificate. To Have and To Hold the same to said last mentioned legatees after their freedom, Forever. “

    Your author believes, without particular reason, that Fanny may have been the “mother figure” to Elizabeth; although many have opined she was the mother of Elizabeth as well as Nathan and Washington and that Charles then fell in love with his own offspring! I prefer to believe not. Other researchers believe Elizabeth was the daughter of Solomon Simpson and Sarah “Sallie” Boone. She was half white and half black. Elizabeth Rose Simpson Younger was, without doubt, a real beauty. She held Charles’ heart as he abandoned his legal spouse and spent his waning years in her company. In fact, when he died Elizabeth had him buried, but wife Sarah had his body disinterred, re-housed in a “fitting” casket (in fact it would require a second temporary casket for his removal before residing in his final third casket and third location of burial!) and finally buried on her home turf. Their daughter Catherine was a beauty along the lines of Vivian Leigh in Gone With the Wind.

Catherine Simpson Younger.

    Not only did Charles Lee Younger spread his genes far and wide, he also dabbled in a number of entrepreneurial activities: horse racing, ranching, farming, a ferry, “Injun fightin’” with Daniel Boone, and land speculation, among others. His offspring may not have been quite as colorful, but they were accomplished in many ways as well.

    Son of Charles Lee Younger and Sarah Sullivan Purcell, and brother to my 3rd Great-Grandmother Virginia Lee Younger, was Henry Washington Younger. A very successful plantation owner, he had a number of additional interests: a mercantile, race horses, and he successfully managed his town as Mayor. Henry Washington Younger attempted to quell the flames that would erupt into the Civil War. He invited Union soldiers to join local citizens at a large ball on his plantation. This attempt backfired, very fatefully. There, one Capt. Walley, a married Union soldier, would affront one of the Younger daughters. Cole Younger invited Walley outside where he proceeded to introduce the Yankee to Southern comfort – a sound thrashing for insulting a Southern lady. Walley was embittered and vowed to get even. Get even he did, in a big and horrible way. He and a few of his Union cohorts ambushed Henry Washington Younger on one of his many business trips. They waylaid him, killed and robbed him and left his body in the dirt. This was the incentive to set Cole Younger off. Cole, several of his siblings and his Creek cousins (including my 2nd Great-Grandfather Absalom Creek, siblings Jacob Creth and Sidney Washington Creek) would join up with Quantrill’s Raiders. In fact, Cole and brother-in-law John Jarrette would become Quantrill’s most trusted lieutenants – and the ones most feared and hated by their Union opposition.

    Our list of shady characters even includes, by remote and not blood relationships the James brothers, Johnny Ringo, Belle Starr and, of course, the in-laws. Although many references have been made to the James-Younger Gang, there was not, in fact, such a cohesive group. Frank and Jesse James also fought with Quantrill’s Raiders. They resided in Missouri. They knew Cole, Jim, Bob and John Younger but there was always a bit of competition between Cole Younger and Jesse James.

     Frank and Jesse James’ mother was Zarelda Cole who wed Robert Salle James after meeting him at a religious outing. He would become an ordained Baptist minister, move his wife to Missouri and work a farm when not preaching. (He was also one of the founders of the William and Mary College.) Their farm was in Excelsior Springs in Clay County. The Youngers resided, primarily, in Liberty, nearby Paradise and its surrounds, although Col. Charles had other plantations scattered about the state. Perhaps part of Jesse James’ jealousy of Cole Younger arose from the disparate economic status they enjoyed. In 1850 Robert James journeyed to California in search of gold and wealth. Instead, he met his fate only some four months along his sojourn. After his death, Zarelda would wed Benjamin Simms. Simms’ niece, Augusta Innskeep married one of Charles and Sarah Younger’s sons, Coleman Purcell Younger of Clay County, Missouri before he moved out to California. Augusta’s younger sister, Mary, married Martin Ringo. The son of Mary and Martin Ringo was John Peters Ringo, who would become known as “Johnny Ringo” and forever be associated with Tombstone, Arizona. Thus, the James Boys, the Youngers, Johnny Ringo and the Dalton Gang were distant cousins by marriage.

    The story, though brief, of Bruce Arthur Wilson Younger and Myra Maybelle Reed, nee Shirley, does not lack in flair, intrigue, and Mystery with a capital “M”. The recently widowed Mrs. Reed wed Bruce Younger, as documented: One Bruce Younger, a Male aged 27 whose birth date was recorded as “abt 1853” on 15 May 1880 in Labette, Kansas wed one Maibelle Reed, documented by microfiche Film Number 001433307. 

    No one seems to know what happened in the few weeks ‘twixt this date of wedded bliss and “Maibelle” Shirley Reed Younger’s next marriage which would be documented a mere three weeks later when, according to “U. S. and International Marriage Records” one Myra Maybelle Shirley, a female born in Missouri about 1848 wed Samuel Starr, born in Indiana in about 1857. This marriage to a Cherokee Indian of the infamous Starr tribe was reputed to have taken place a mere three weeks or so later, in 1880. Bruce Younger, for reasons unknown, had hightailed it out of town and would disappear into the dust of history for many years, arising – as it were – like the phoenix from the ashes…or, well, from the dust of a cave where many believe his petrified remains had lain, so well preserved the “rictus of agony” surrounding his death was plainly writ upon his desicated visage.

    Petrified Man Is Not the Body of Bruce Younger, as Alleged (News). The Galveston Daily News (Houston, TX) Tuesday, March 14, 1893; pg. 6; Issue 355; col E . . . . . . . . . . Dallas Morning News, February 28, 1943. Fifty Years Ago Today. Gainesville. -- The identification of the petrified man by Mrs. John T. Biffle, wife of a prominent cattleman of this county, as the body of Bruce Younger is the sole topic of conversation again today. Nobody doubts the lady's sincerity, but a great many think she might be mistaken. Joshua Garham, an old and well-known citizen of Cooke County, thinks the body is that of John Lankston, who left here for California in 1848. . . . . . . . . . .
    A sister of those ideal outlaws, the Younger brothers, lives in Kansas City [i.e., Sophronia Kirkpatrick nee Younger]. She is married and few know her identity. Even I did not know it until she addressed me a letter yesterday, caused by the publication of a story that a fossilized body supposed to be that of Bruce Younger had been found in a cave in the Guadaloupe mountains, and had been identified by a sister of Bruce living in Gainesville, Texas. The sister in Kansas City denies the existence of such a woman. Bruce, says the sister, emphatically, was never associated with the James Boys, and even if alive, Frank James would not know him. But she claims that Bruce Younger died in Colorado City and was buried in Colorado Springs 3 years ago last September. The winter of 1885, she says, he was in Kansas City, and made his home with her, under an assumed name, of course. Then he went west. The sister has a postal card written by Bruce when he was first taken sick in Colorado, and from his illness she says he never recovered. "I know what I am saying" she says, "and if Bruce were alive now, he would only be 42 years old. I don't want to see my name in print, but if necessary you may reveal my identity for the sake of the dead. As to Bruce, he never was an outlaw. Bucks County Gazette, Bristol, Pennsylvania, Thursday, April 27, 1893. Watertown Times, New York. Wednesday, May 10, 1893 . . . . . . . . . .
    There are a few, however, who know that one of the Younger Boys is buried in Evergreen Cemetery this city. Bruce Younger, the youngest of the family, died at Colorado City and was buried in September, 1880. He had been living at Colorado City for a year or two and was a prominent character among the sporting fraternity. He used his proper name and it is said, he was never mixed up in the wrong doing of his brothers. He was a powerful man physically and was notorious among his acquaintances for the amount of whisky he could drink. At the time of his death, he was without money, and the sporting people of Colorado City supplied the funds for the burial, a notorious woman of the town supplying the most. Colorado Springs Gazette, Colorado Springs, Colorado, April 23,1893. . . . . . . . . . . .

Bruce Arthur Wilson Younger

A very Young Belle Starr

News Clipping - Petrified Man

    I guess the morale of this story is to be careful when you stir those bones for you never know what ghostly (or ghastly, as it may be) apparitions may arise.
Researched and Compiled by Melinda Cohenour

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Cooking With Rod

What Goes Best with Soup? With Chili? With Stews?
Cornbread, Of Course!

Our family enjoys breads and bread items very much. It can be tortillas, artisan breads, crackers, bagels, and – of course – the quintessentially ever-perfect side dish (or just snack)

This is a quick and simple way to take the basics and then fix them up just any ole way you wish. First of all, there is no need to try to do this all from scratch, unless you truly have the time and desire to do so. All you really need is a good solid mix like those you can buy at the grocery, eggs, milk, oil, and your choice of special additions.

One of my favorites is a Southwest style cornbread which would involve adding to the batter some fresh corn kernels, a touch of Jack cheese, some black beans if you wish and some green chiles (Hatch, of course~!) Just mix the batter according to the box mix instructions, then fold in the additional ingredients. Pour this into an appropriately sized baking dish that has been liberally buttered to help the finished product to be removed without crumbling.

Another variation which tickles my palate is jalapeno-cheddar cornbread. As the name implies, you simply prepare the batter per instructions then add grated sharp cheddar cheese and jalapenos that have been seeded and diced. If you wish, crumble some crisp bacon bits into the batter along with some green onions, both white and green parts.

Most recipes for homemade or boxed mixes indicate a preheated oven set to about 400º is perfect, with the cornbread only requiring some 12 to 15 minutes to cook. Be sure to check so that your delectable pan of golden goodness does not become overly browned. (A nice crisp brown edge is desirable, however. To achieve this, merely preheat the baking pan with a bit of bacon grease or corn oil and butter mixture before pouring in the batter. That sizzle tells you the batter is being quickly browned to a golden perfection before you even get the pan in the oven!)

Another variation which we all love and which is more or less a Southern staple is the Johnnycake. What you do here is quite simple: mix the batter, add a touch of regular sugar, a touch of brown sugar, perhaps a drop of honey or maple syrup. Bake in cupcake tins, lined and properly greased. I guarantee you, even folks who would inexplicably shy away from this food item will be won over once they taste it. It is like your bread side and a dessert all rolled into one.

This Johnnycake can be made into a breakfast item by the addition of browned, breakfast sausage that has been well-drained before adding it to the mix.

Did I just mention dessert cornbread? Those cornbread muffins can be made into a taste-tantalizing treat by adding such things as dried cranberries and orange sections along with a teaspoon or so of grated orange zest. Serve with a honey-orange butter blend to make your guests’ mouths water. Toss in pecans or walnuts for a nice change of pace. Even a few grated or finely diced apples make a delightful new offering.
The fact of the matter is, cornbread seems to be infinitely variable. Everything from dressing for the holidays, to muffins for breakfast, or an appetizer, all the way to the main side for those hearty cold weather soups, stews, and chilis, cornbread is the ticket.

If you really want to make your own cornbread, here is my master recipe:
  •   2 cups cornmeal, white or yellow
  •   ¼ cup all purpose flour
  •    ½ cups buttermilk (*)
  •   1 egg
  •   ½ tsp sugar (optional)
  •   3 Tablespoons butter

  • Whisk together the cornmeal, flour, buttermilk and egg. Don’t over mix, those lumps permit the cornbread to rise. Use 1 tablespoon butter, melted, to mix into your batter, the other 2 tablespoons should go into your baking dish. A cast iron skillet or cast iron cornbread forms are perfect. If you don’t have this, use your regular 9x12 baking dish or 4x4x8 loaf pan. Preheat the dish in your oven before adding the batter to aid the browning of the edges. (Take care with those glass dishes, too rapid a temperature change can lead to breakage!)

    To use the variations, merely fold in the added ingredients after the basic batter has been whisked together.

    (*) Buttermilk: If you don’t have this on hand you can always sour sweet milk by the addition of 1Tablespoon vinegar to 1 ½ cups milk. Just give it a moment after stirring to curdle a bit.

    Bon appetit!

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