I wonder if I'm the only one in the country that likes cornbread and buttermilk? It seems like when I mention it to anyone they've either never heard of it or say it sounds disgusting, but for me it was part of growing up in the South.
For those of you that have never heard of it it's very easy to make, you just put some buttermilk in a bowl, crumble some cornbread in it and its ready to eat. You don't need anything else with it, it's a meal unto itself. I guess it's a southern thing because I don't think I've ever heard anyone that was raised north of the Mason-Dixon line that knows anything about it.
My grandparents that lived in South Georgia in a tiny little town called Araby, which is about 5 miles south of Cordele, would eat cornbread and buttermilk for lunch when my grandmother would bring it out into the field where my granddad was plowing behind his mule. I was just a little kid then but I guess that might've got me started enjoying cornbread and buttermilk.
It like many other foods is mostly what poor folks ate. You may not have much money but you always had cornbread and buttermilk. I don't remember my grandmother, or my mom for that matter, ever baking a loaf of bread, they always made biscuits or cornbread, I always assumed it was a southern thing.
Of course my dad also liked cornbread and buttermilk since he too was born in Georgia, so it was always available around the house. I remember liking it a little bit as a kid but my taste for it didn't really develop until I was grown.
Unfortunately good buttermilk became harder and harder to find and good buttermilk is the key to a great bowl of cornbread and buttermilk. The best buttermilk I could get when I lived in Florida was at a drive through place called Farm Stores. They had buttermilk called Butter Flake Buttermilk that was absolutely the best I've ever had. Unfortunately in Colorado the pickins are rather slim and the best I can find now is at Walmart which is at least whole buttermilk and not some small percentage of buttermilk.
The way things look I may be the last generation of cornbread and buttermilk aficionados. The tart taste and delicate bouquet of a fine buttermilk appears to be lost on this younger generation as has most other things that made this country great.