by Karen Kuebler
(Dallas, TX, USA)
Generations of my people farmed the southern soil, and our ways and our food were the ways and food of all the plain, honest folks who gave the South its soul. Cornbread was a staple in good times and a means of survival in hard times. A slice of cornbread, fried in fat and called "corn-pone," could be a blessed stand-in for any meal of the day.
My own grandmother, transplanted to the Big City by marriage, continued to honor the tradition of her roots by invariably ushering in bedtime each evening with a square of cornbread crumbled into a glass of "sweet milk" until her passing at the illustrious age of ninety-eight.
But it was my great-grandmother, Anna, who was singularly inspired to batter her frying hen with day-old cornbread. Her forebears and her descendants, my cornbread-believer grandmother included, abided by Dixieland's Fried Chicken Protocol and resolutely dredged their birds in conventional seasoned flour.
I have personally straddled this culinary divide, and I must admit I come down on the side of cornbread. Breading my chicken with cornbread is one of my ways of sharing my heritage with my own family. They listen over a delicious dinner to my stories about our proud people: the men who drew sustenance from the earth, and the women who cooked, canned, and preserved the bounty, and their children who grew tall and strong beneath blue southern skies.
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