The Comfort of Cornbread and Jerome Powell
Saturday. July 27th. 2025
Mine ærede venner;
I get emails from friends all over the world. Per my request, they send me photos of the exotic meals they prepare at home or enjoy at esoteric potlucks in places like Thailand and Hawaii.
Which causes a great deal of food envy on my part.
But for all their larb and poke salad and spring rolls and tom yum, I have one dish that beats ‘em all. Cornbread. Sweet and moist made-from-scratch cornbread. Baked in a cast iron skillet. With a can of creamed corn in it, and a handful of jalapeno slices. Topped with smoked paprika.
I’m making some right now, and plan on enjoying a savory slice for my breakfast this morning, with country gravy poured over it and some scallions as a relish.
Then I’ll share the rest with youse guys this afternoon around 4pm – along with some home-made cabbage and potato soup.
I’m still learning how to cook cabbage, by the way. In the past I just boiled it down to a greenish mush – which didn’t look good and didn’t taste all that good. Now I’ve realized that for all its sturdy homespun reputation, cabbage is a delicate vegetable and should be treated to just the lightest parboiling. With russet potatoes, peeled and diced, it makes a toothsome merger steeped in chicken broth. With carrots and leeks added, of course . . .
And todays poem? I’m gonna look at the New York Times online right now to see what inspires me . . .
As Consumers Lose Their Appetite, Food Brands Fight to Keep Wall St. Happy
As Consumers Lose Their Appetite, Food Brands Fight to Keep Wall St. Happy
NYT Headline
I now am eating carrots
Instead of tater chips.
It conquers constipation
And gives me slimmer hips.
It’s not that I am noble
And find snack foods offensive –
A bag of Cheetos nowadays
Is just too damn expensive!
I hope I can fit all that on my whiteboard . . .
Today being Saturday I’ll be displaying my work at the Provo Farmer’s Market in Pioneer Park, which is just 2 block away from my apartment. So I can walk there. If you happen to be at the Market this morning stop by to say hello!
Your obedient servant,
Tim Roberts
(that’s the name I used when I was a radio broadcaster in places like Williston, North Dakota; Spencer, Iowa; and Detroit Lakes, Minnesota.)
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