Barb baked the cornbread and we dined on this fabled dish of old.
I guess after the passing of two score and ten this treat no longer measured up my expectation. I’ll have an ice cream sundae, thank you.
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It’s hard to replicate certain memories. That cornbread and milk wouldn’t be the same without me sitting on my Daddy’s lap and sharing it with him.
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I think you are absolutely correct. Maybe if I’d been back at the A&E barracks ‘neath the coconut palms it might have tasted different. Barb makes the best cornbread I’ve ever eaten. Thanks for the input. A second or third opinion some legs.
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Oh well, at least you gave it a try and you’re not left wondering 🙂
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Correct. I wonder why it took so long to meet the challenge. Thanks for the comment.
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