Biscuits, Cornpone, and Cracklin’ Bread – More Than Moonshine – Sydney Saylor Farr
“People in almost any country in the world bake and eat some form of bread every day. People in Appalachia are used to having bread at least three times a day. It has been said that bread is the staff of life, and we certainly believed that. Even if we only had soup beans, fried potatoes and cooked greens to eat, as long as we had a pan of hot cornbread it was a fine meal. We all have positive reactions and emotions when we smell freshly baked bread. Other things enter in, of course, to make up the sum total of our memories and emotional makeup, but a good part of it is what happened to us in childhood, what kind of home life we had and the food we ate. Sometimes we can almost smell and taste those foods again. I have always loved the smell of smoke: the fireplace, the wood-burning stove in the kitchen, leaves and brush burning in late fall or early spring. I liked to be outdoors and see blue smoke curling up above the rooftop and smell cornbread baking in the oven, both calling me in and other family members home to supper.”
I’m a bread lover. The Deer Hunter enjoys bread too, but doesn’t have to have it for every meal. If I don’t have bread I don’t think it’s a real meal. When I was growing up Granny made biscuits or cornbread every day. Often she made both. In those days I was a biscuit girl and was always happy when that was the bread set on the table for our meals. These days I like cornbread just as much. And like Farr if I have a hot pan of biscuits or cake of cornbread I don’t need much else to make a fine meal.