Sweet Cornbread

A long time ago, before the girls were born and their father and I had little to no spending money, we referred to this as "poor man's breakfast."  Except we didn't just eat it for breakfast - it was sometimes dinner.  We felt pretty poor, eating a lot of cheap meals and ramen and only treating ourselves to Domino's Pizza on rare occasions.  But I feel anything but poor having my day-old cornbread smothered with butter and syrup this morning!