No one, I said NO one, can make cornbread like a good ol’ southern boy. And I’m a pretty lucky gal because I’m MARRIED to one! No matter whose house we’re going to, no matter what event we are attending, everyone gets my husband to make the cornbread. It is the best (and only) food a southern bachelor learns to make, and my husband has mastered the art. Crispy crust on top, fluffy buttery center, and perfectly balanced flavor. He says the secret lies in his grandmother’s well-seasoned cast iron that he inherited. I say he puts LOVE in it!