Editor’s Letter
I’VE BEEN EXCITED TO SHARE THIS ISSUE with you! If there’s a food group that Southerners know well, it’s definitely bread. Sunday suppers and celebration dinners always have a spot reserved for the breadbasket. Holiday mornings and leisurely weekends are scented with the fresh-baked smell of sweet rolls. And any time of the year, big pots of greens are synonymous with cornbread for soaking up the potlikker. I remember my grandmother keeping her cast-iron skillet stored safely in her oven, and the main thing she reserved it for was baking perfectly crusty cornbread. Her skillet was the kind that had a thick layer of seasoning on the outside, like strata, showing the layered years of use. She’d heat it up, throw in a pat of butter until it sizzled, and pour…