My father grew up with fond memories from his youth of the down home cooking of his mother and sisters. When he dropped over one evening for an impromptu visit, I invited him to join us for a simple dinner built around some homemade sweet cornbread that I had just taken from the oven. My apologies to him for our simple (very non-company) type dinner were enthusiastically waved aside as he devoured a surprising number of cornbread squares! At the end of our meal, he declared that my cornbread was not only delicious, but had the exact tasted and texture of the cornbread that his mother used to fix for him…I can’t imagine a nicer endorsement than that! He passed on a number of years ago and I miss him terribly, but every time I fix this cornbread, it puts a smile on my face just remembering the many cornbread dinners that Dad and my family enjoyed together after that!