Sweet Cornbread

This afternoon, while rummaging through my baking drawer - the one filled with odds and bits of various flours left-over from my son's food allergy days - I found the corn flour, and got the wild urge to make Sweet Billy's cornbread.  Now, while I really can't divulge the ingredients fully, I can say it has equals parts white flour and corn flour, baking powder, salt, butter, sugar, an egg, and a cup of water (I substituted unsweetened vanilla soymilk for the water).  It's quick to put together, quick to bake.  The recipe resides in our church cookbook, called "Grace in the Kitchen," Grace Episcopal Church, Bainbridge Island, Washington.  

Here's what's left~

Not only is it nicely sweet (not too much so), it holds it's own very well, thank you.

From the Writer's Almanac, a poem.  For a better look, here's the link:

http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2009/01/06

What To Do the First Morning the Sun Comes Back

Find a clean cloth for the kitchen table, the red and blue one

you made that cold winter in Montana. Spread out
your paper and books. Tune the radio to the jazz station.
Look at the bright orange safflowers you found last August—
how well they've held their color next to the black-spotted cat.

Make some egg coffee, in honor of all the people 
above the Arctic Circle. Give thanks to the Sufis,
who figured out how to brew coffee
from the dark, bitter beans. Remark
on the joyfulness of your dishes: black and yellow stars.

Reminisce with your lover about the history of this kitchen
where, between bites of cashew stir fry,
you first kissed each other on the mouth. Now that you're hungry,
toast some leftover cornbread, spread it with real butter,
honey from bees that fed on basswood blossoms.

The window is frosted over, but the sun's casting an eye
over all the books. Open your Spanish book.
The season for sleeping is over.
The pots and pans: quiet now, let them be.

It will be a short day.
Sit in the kitchen as long as you can, reading and writing.
At sundown, rub a smidgen of butter
on the western windowsill
to ask the sun:
Come back again tomorrow. 

"What To Do the First Morning the Sun Comes Back" by Roseann Lloyd, from Because of the Light. © Holy Cow! Press, 2003.