1 month ago
Nov 21, 2008
Zen (?) Friday
Sorry Petrea. I'm feeling fuzzily disjointed today. I set out to find the perfect corn bread recipe, but failed. Heading in I knew nothing of corn bread. I learned that there are distinct Southern and Northern varieties. But which one should I side with? I had corn bread two or three times maybe and didn't even like it much, but maybe they were not good ones. Would I even recognize a good one?
Even the concept of corn bread was unknown to me when I was growing up in Hungary. Why is it? We had corn. Though it mostly served as chicken feed. Eggs of corn-fed chickens have deep yellow, almost orange yolks. We also cooked corn in water, with the husk, simmering it over low heat for an hour or so. Yumm.
My father was a writer, but at one point he gave up city life, moved to the country and took up raising chickens. That's how I learned how to put a chicken into a catatonic daze without hurting it. You pick up the chicken, tuck its head under its wing, then you swing it gently sideways a few times, back and forth. When you put it down it will just stay there motionless. To wake it up you just give it a little shove.
In Missouri I learned to wrap up corn in foil and bake it in the oven like baked potatoes. Apparently it's a Midwest thing - like fried (pig) brain sandwiches.
How does it happen? How come one culture looks at corn and decides to grind it up and feed it to chickens, another decides to grind it up and bake with it?
PS. Don't get me started on peanut butter.
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7 comments:
And don't get me started on pop corn.
My word verification: Yoffsk. Popped cornbread fed to chickens in Eastern Europe.
Chickens are the poultry version of pigs: they will eat anything you put in front of them. Even popped corn bread.
My perfect cornbread recipe (don't hate me because I'm a kitchen moron): Trader Joe's mix.
I grew up in DeKalb, Illinois, the corn capital of the world. I could go on, but I don't think you want me to.
Petrea, that's funny, I picked up a box of Trader Joe's mix. And I want you to go on.
Miss Havisham, I was gone by the 90's, but the book sounds interesting, I will check it out. Buda an Pest indeed have their distinct identities. Pest is flat, busy, Buda is hillish, older in cobblestoned kind of way.
Btw, thanks for reminding me that I need to get a cast iron skillet.
Vanda, we will meet in person one day and I will tell you all I know about corn.
Vanda - no cornbread but definitely cornmeal (pura, proja in Serbo-Croatian, polenta in Italy). I ate it at my grandmothers as a kid in former Yugoslavia. Had it for breakfast with milk & with porkchops with the fat from the drippings - yum.
Tash sorry, doesn't ring a bell. I had a corn meal deprived childhood.
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