The view from my cup…cornbread in buttermilk. My grandmother used to crumble cornbread into a tall glass of buttermilk and eat it with a long iced tea spoon. When I was a child the idea of eating that was stomach-turning repulsive. Buttermilk smelled horrid. Ruining a perfectly good slice of cornbread in that fashion was unthinkable.
I had a roommate once that loved nothing better than a tall glass of ice cold buttermilk. Straight up, no chaser. Blech!
Interestingly, the older I got, the odor was less repugnant. I even ventured a sip or two now and again. Not that I would drink an entire glass full, but it was growing on me. Then at some point I broke off some cornbread and plopped it in buttermilk. Wonder of wonders, I found it to be pretty good! I’m certain my grandmother smiled from the other side.
Tastes do indeed shift with time. While still not interested in drinking an entire glass, I consider it a treat to soak cornbread in it and enjoy the tart richness.
It seems pretty old school to eat those two particular items in combination. You never see it offered on menus in any restaurants, or advertised on TV. And certainly not touted in health conscious magazine articles.
A few years ago a dinner companion ordered a glass of buttermilk in a local eatery renown for country cuisine. The young waitress looked confused and asked, “Is buttermilk… a liquid or a solid?” I then realized it’s primarily a treat of a generation past.
Stevie Nicks summed it up pretty well… “But time makes you bolder, even children get older. And I'm getting older, too.”