Michael had a dermatologist appointment this morning, so I had to get in my 6 hours at work all afternoon. It occurred to me if I was going to get home around 6:30 or 7 I was not going to feel like cooking.
So I called Mother around 1, and we discussed putting corned beef in the crockpot. Michael did the heavy lifting and Mother supervised.
I should mention that the other day when we were grocery shopping and I picked up this little corned beef, Michael said "I don't like corned beef, Mom!" I assured him he could just eat one slice and it would be fine.
When I started home from work I called Mother. Michael was playing tennis. She said Michael had done a great job, and the corned beef was done, plus green beans and beets.We cook our corned beef in red wine with several cloves of garlic and about half a cup of soy sauce.
He was waiting on me to get home and make the cornbread. We make two kinds, the traditional southern kind and what some folks call "hoecakes." Mother asked Michael which he preferred. He answered her very seriously; "You just can't ask me to make that decision." LOL
At dinner tonight he ate two big pieces of corned beef, and I lost count of the pieces of cornbread. He also ate a ton of beets, and green beans. Russians are fond of beets. (FYI - Southerners are fond of green beans that are soft and cooked with side meat.)
Don't give me any crunchy green beans. Ack.
Don't put sugar in cornbread. Double ACK.
For all cornbread, hoecakes, and corn muffins, we use Lewis Grizzard's mama's recipe:
1 1/2 cups White Lily self-rising cornmeal
1 cup buttermilk
2 heaping spoonfulls of Duke's mayonnaise
Every time I hear the word "cornbread" I think of this song. It makes me hungry to listen carefully to it, though. Warning! You will want to go to your mama's house and eat if you listen to this all the way through.
Good news at the doctor's office - Mike has grown 3/4 of an inch since August! YAY!