The Best Moist Cornbread Ever

Football is in the air.

I mean the air gives you the feeling that football is here.

->SIGH<-

You get what I’m saying right?

I don’t know what I love better football or the food. Oh who am I kidding, it really is no competition I love football because I love the way people come together over good food. Like really good food such as this moist cornbread that crumbles ever so perfectly to the touch. Lets just call it the best moist cornbread ever.

And you all eat really good, like good for you foods at tailgates, correct?

Go ahead lie to yourself, move on and then try out this recipe because it will seem like you’re lying that it is healthy but the reality, it really is.

This past Saturday was our alma maters big day against the rival school here in the state of Iowa. I bleed cardinal and gold in case you were suspicious of which Iowa team I am really for. This also meant a celebration of the cyclone nation coming together to support the best team in the state. Also known as our immediate family including my sister and her family.

I don’t know if I’ve talked much about my one and only sibling on the blog but we have this weird (in a good way) relationship.

We couldn’t be more opposite in most aspects of life. She is the social one, I am the introvert. She is type A, I am type B. She is analytical, I am a free spirit. She hates to cook, I love to cook. You see where this is going.

So as the day approaches, she wants to plan (type A personality) weeks in advance. I just want to show up and do it. You know, figure it out on the spot. The problem is when she is planning and I’m not even remotely ready to be thinking about such a thing she plans lots of things that I should be doing.

Need I mention she is a good at delegation.

So it turns out she has enlisted her husband (the main chef at their home) to bring the chili and well for me, I have been demanded to make the best cornbread ever and lots of it. Oh and we are all coming over to my house.

Oh how I love you sweet sister…said in a very annoyed voice.

Just joking, I really do love her and she would probably tell you a completely different story but this is always the truth 😉

So I set out on a quest far later than I should to make a massive batch of cornbread. Of course I couldn’t just try any recipe but instead had to give it a stab of my own and I have to tell you, minus a few minor adjustments it was pretty darn tasty. Plus I can’t even tell you how easy it was.

Like why have I waited so long to make such a wonder of the world?

The moist, crumbly bread that has a slight sweetness to it and yet is the full encompass of comfort.

Yea, yea, yea go ahead and argue that cornbread isn’t a “health” food. My argument is your definition of health and mine are two completely different things.

Can we all agree that corn bread is pretty fantastic?

Can we all agree that bingeing on said cornbread probably isn’t a good option?

The consensus boils down to cornbread is fantastic and eating within means can provide a hefty dose of fiber and a great comfort, texture, addition to many meals. Oh the possibilities.

Can you imagine cornbread breaded chicken? Or how about cornbread waffles? Cornbread pudding?

Okay I’m salivating.

I need more. I want more. Must make more.

The best warm  and moist cornbread ever with a slab of melted butter drizzled in honey… Insert as many heart eyed emojis as you can.

This is life. This is a healthy life. This is real life at its best.

Now to teach my sister a thing or two about making her own cornbread.

P.S. I do realize that the best team in the state of Iowa did lose the game this past Saturday. But we’ll always bleed cardinal and gold I mean it does pay the bills. Until next year….