We were at her house that day for supper and I remember she always made the best baked cornbread I had ever eaten and she always made two pans of it because everyone liked the dark brown crunchy crust so much that she wanted us all to have plenty. She didn't get mad that we didn't eat the rest of the cornbread, just put it in a pot to feed the dogs and chickens the next day.
I still haven't made baked cornbread as good as hers though I keep trying.
That blessed woman has probably passed on by now but I will always remember her with fondness for her simple country cooking and her colorful country speech.
The sun is shining here and I have stuff to do, I just wanted to put in words one of the smiles in my heart today.