You have to learn Southern cooking from your grandmother, as shown in this video from Southern Living:
Here is the recipe for hot-water cornbread, which I'm sure is yummy. But it's just too easy to reach for a fifty-cent box of Jiffy mix, add an egg and a splash of milk, and throw a pan in the oven, from which it comes out perfect every time.
My own grandmother made a pan of cornbread nearly every day - it was their staple bread, made from scratch with white corn meal, but without sugar or other unnecessary additions. I prefer the sweet, yellow Jiffy cornbread now, but I remember Grandma's with affection.
It's nice to see that Grandma Jackie is still going strong at 87, after six decades in her pretty kitchen in a ranch-style house. I plan to write a blog post soon about those houses, which were space-age modern in the fifties, and are now classics.
Back in the Dark Ages, long before there was the intertoobs - or any other way for small-town gays to meet other gays, or even know there were any others on the planet - I used to subscribe to The Advocate. I remember fondly the charmingly satirical cartoons of Donelan that were a regular feature, some of which I just ran across.
Ah, the more things change, the more they stay the same, isn't that so, fellas?
Surely my truckbuddies have already heard the lovely news that yesterday, being by happy auspices St. George's Day, the Duchess of Cambridge was delivered of a prince around lunchtime in London, and before the day was out the Duke was driving mother and baby home, a merry smile on his face, such as you might expect to see on that of any proud papa. As is the royal custom in such matters, the baby's name will be announced at a later date.
Yes, it is rather a lot of fuss to be made over an anonymous baby, identical in all essential respects to every other baby in the world, who may or may not ever do anything remarkable. And there are those who will question the fairness and rightness of showering so much attention and status upon any baby, or any family, born to wealth and privilege. However, as I am not running a course in political philosophy here, I feel no need to delve for a reply to that inquiry.
I will merely ask, whether things that are not, strictly speaking, needful in the scheme of things may yet be deemed useful and good. One has only to turn one's gaze from this happy scene beyond the sea to the ugly, sordid, vicious, loathsome orgy of political maneuvering and recrimination on our own shores to be reminded that a republic is not necessarily a garden of sober patriotism and civic virtue. And who will assert that the American system - or any system but an imaginary one - is devoid of undeserved fame or entitled wealth and privilege, sometimes nefariously misused and perverted for utterly selfish ends, or damnable purposes? In England, at least, the wealth and privilege of a crown comes only at the heavy price of lifelong duty, diligence, and impartial conduct in every public word and deed.
I ask you, whether monarchist or no, is it not refreshing to look at the simple happiness of a young, wholesome, thoroughly unpolitical couple with their newborn child, the "brilliant edition of a universal fact," as Bagehot put it, and then to feel that perhaps there is yet some hope left for sanity and decency in this rotten old world?
But there, with all good wishes to little No-name and his family, I must leave you to draw your own conclusions.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
