Frabjulous Joy!!!
My dad used to have this girlfriend that I didn't like much. One of her redeeming qualities, though, was Mexican Cornbread. It was fan-freaking-tastic. They broke up probably about 20 years ago, and I'd intermittently noodle around with combining various recipes together to try to achieve her cornbread, and about 10 years ago, it came together. I remember serving it to HRH and our friend Paul, and they put the seal of approval on it. I took it to a potluck at a co-worker's house, and while it was too spicy to have a broad following up here, the people who liked it were devoted to it and it disappeared. Some of my co-workers asked for the recipe, and I wrote down my improvisation and mailed it to them. Some time later, I went to look for that mail and couldn't find it, and I was back to noodling, this time dejectedly.
So today I'm packing up my kitchen, and I'm on the (seriously, do we need this many?) cookbooks, and I found a stack of papers in between two cookbooks on the bottom shelf. I leafed through them to see if there was anything worth keeping, and I found a printout I'd done of the mail I'd sent to those two co-workers!!!!!!!!!!
Today is about packing, and so I'm not going to transcribe it here now, or anything, but I just had to take a moment to squee.
Now, more packing.
SQUEEEE!
So today I'm packing up my kitchen, and I'm on the (seriously, do we need this many?) cookbooks, and I found a stack of papers in between two cookbooks on the bottom shelf. I leafed through them to see if there was anything worth keeping, and I found a printout I'd done of the mail I'd sent to those two co-workers!!!!!!!!!!
Today is about packing, and so I'm not going to transcribe it here now, or anything, but I just had to take a moment to squee.
Now, more packing.
SQUEEEE!