Eggs and I started off amicably enough. As a young girl, my grandfather often made me Sunday breakfast. Soft-boiled eggs, served in a heavy old ceramic cup shaped like Humpty Dumpty. Humpty wore a red bow tie. Humpty had panache.
Real cornbread is light, but has a nubbly texture. A thin, lightly browned crust over a deep gold interior, flecked with amber. The taste is complex, slightly sweet, nutty, and warm. Split open while still warm, it screams for butter and wild honey.