BEANS AND CORNBREAD RECOLLECTION
during this morning's delving into forgottenness, a clear memory, stored in a little memory module.....just a few chemical strands of 'memory' were enough........of being kidnapped, at 5, and taken to the Greyhound Bus Station, where I was fed spicy yellow cornbread with beans, in their pot liquor....and a shake or two of tabasco sauce.......So....I made some spicy buttermilk cornbread with jalapeno peppers....topped with some really hot, spicy peach and peppers salsa, over vegan re-fried pinto beans.....more to my current tastes.......I'm certain that today's concoction is far tastier than the navy beans and cornbread at the bus station.......There was no 'weirdness' or 'perversion'...no 'child-molestation'....just a 'free lunch'....then a ride to my Grandparent's house, where my Grandmother had made some 'candy' bacon for her grandchildren.......which, as a calorie-burning 5 year-old....was just in time to satisfy my grumbling stomach........a strange memory, for sure.....associated with 'Food'.....Already, I was developing an interest in cooking, and by 8 or 9, my soon-to-be Uncle, Bob Hollingsworth, gave me a heavy 6 1/2" black iron Martin Stamping and Stove pan.....for baking cornbread.....[I still have it...now a century old].....thus.....the perfect cornbread, this afternoon......It's total coincidence that the 'cornbread' photo is a bit 'out of focus'.....like the distant memory that got the 'bread on the plate', today.......
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