My dad makes better cornbread than me. There I said it. Dad's is moist and yummy in all its just-rightness. Mine is always too dry and crumbly and lacking in flavor.
What a sad thing for a daughter to admit, that her dad can cook something better than she can. Unless of course Anthony Bourdin or Emeril Lagasse is your father.
PS. That is not my cornbread pic. I got it from some Wikipedia page.
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I can't cook cornbread or biscuits unless they come from a pack and all I have to do is add milk. And I couldn't fry an egg if someone held a gun to my head.
PS the midterm was today and I do believe that it tied for first place for the most difficult and longest exam I have had in the past 7 semesters.
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