Hardly could one find a more emblematic Thanksgiving food than cornbread. It is a “New World” food, a staple of the natives of this continent for centuries, unleavened and cooked over a fire. (I believe that the Little House on the Prairie Cookbook called this form corn pone—an unfortunate name, but still more palatable sounding to me as a child than the recipes for hardtack and headcheese.) But the Europeans couldn’t keep from meddling with the pone any more than they could its cooks, and their eggs and baking powders brought it closer to the cornbread we know today. Long after we’d solidly colonized the cornbread, however, controversy continued to rage, with Southerners preferring a more dense and savory variety, Yankees adding sugar to give it a more muffin-y taste and Midwesterners being too polite to definitively vote either way.
With Thanksgiving close at hand, I could hardly ignore this most complicated and divisive of foods, and I decided to try my hand at my first batch of cornbread stuffing from scratch. First, of course, I needed to bake some cornbread. But with which regional version to cast my lot? Savory seemed right for a stuffing, so I sought out Paula Dean to guide me. I’ll be honest—I’ve never made anything by the Food Network queen of Southern cooking, but I had recently heard an old NPR interview in which she explained how to deep fry an ottoman (“Oh, it’s easy, honey, you just dip it in egg first.”) and it had thoroughly charmed me.
So I dutifully scribbled down the ingredients for her cornbread and stuffing recipes and headed to the grocery store. The store, however, had already been ravaged by pre-Thanksgiving shoppers, and the only variety of self-rising cornmeal they had left was made with white corn. I hemmed and hawed over this. I had had in mind the deep golden color of waves of grain, and I didn’t want my stuffing to look pallid. I was loath to walk to another grocery store, though, and besides, I’m used to being one of the whiter things in this neighborhood, so I grabbed it and headed to the checkout.
But when I opened the bag—oh, man, it was white, and I couldn’t help from throwing in a little Goya yellow cornmeal I had in the cabinet, just to give it a little blush and pay homage to its corn pone ancestors. And since the variety of flour I bought already had wheat flour, I combined the two flour measures from the recipe linked above.
Other than that, I followed Paula’s word, and I’m happy with the results. I just pulled my double batch from the oven, and the whole house now has a warm, cozy buttermilk smell. We’ll have some for dinner tonight and I’ll use the rest in on Thursday morning when I attempt the stuffing recipe (also linked above). Give it a try yourself, and let us know if it makes you a cornbread believer. I’ll post an update about the stuffing portion of the adventure in the comments.
Did I forget to mention that the stuffing was bad-ass? I ate it for breakfast for a week after Thanksgiving.