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sorry lads, but the thought of cornbread raises bile in my throat. It goes back to my mom's "cooking." She would sometimes make "tamale pie" (from a box) and cornbread (from a box) and it tasted like the box. Actually the cornbread tasted more like the ink with the consistency of the box. To this day I just can't stomach the stuff. My ex is a great cook and baker, and would make what everyone says is fantastic cornbread. I couldn't even look at it.
hate is a four letter word. So is four. And word. Funny thing that. Oh, that too!
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