Double the Butter, Double the Whoops

There are several absolute truths in life.

1. If I can screw up a recipe, I will.
2. All good church potlucks have jello-salad-marshmallow-what-am-I-chewing-on fluff.
3.When either of my brothers visits my house, my parents' house, the random neighbor's house... the decor magically moves to the most obscure? hilarious? philosophical? places.

My favorite annual redecoration happens during Easter season. My mom has ceramic bunnies. One is doing a handstand. One is laying on his tummy, legs kicking, head in his hands as he lovingly gazes up. Let me just stop. Visit my parents' house at Easter to witness it yourself. And to eat ribbon salad. Because ribbon salad IS better than potluck jello salad.

But you can always count on church potlucks to have the best home cooking. And that when I contribute a dish, I mess up the recipe.

By doubling the butter called for.

"Well, let's hope it turns out."

Yes. That's what my husband said too.

(It did. It's butter. Where were you born? A dairy-free barn?!)

You should know by now I don't measure. (That's 1/2 teaspoon salt, in case you didn't know.)

You should also know I hate doing dishes. And I will take whatever means necessary do dirty one fewer dish. Even mixing Sweet Corn Spoonbread Casserole in the baking dish.

Can we take a minute to discuss "spoonbread?" Bread so soft...creamy...indulgent...buttery...you can literally spoon it out.

Yeah. You had me at butter. See the recipe below.
*Please note that I doubled the butter called for. And did not measure the sour cream. It still got gobbled up at our church potluck.


Anyway, back to the blocks.

My brother and his wife babysat Peter so the hubs and I could go out to celebrate our anniversary.

We came home to this message.

I came.
I saw.
I ate.

And while this does accurately describe his evening, it had me thinking how often we fall into the trap of just running through the motions. Or rather, just running. Running into church late because Baby spat up all over...everything. Running out of church early because it's nap time.

Coming. Seeing. Eating. Leaving.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. What I love most about food is that it brings people together. It makes us slow down to eat a meal together around the kitchen table, on the patio over a beer, on the living room floor with paper plates and pizza, in the fellowship hall with your fellow brothers and sisters in Christ fighting over the last spoonful of bread and jello salad for a church potluck.

We are united and forgiven at the foot of the cross.

And, you know. Over buttery cornbread. That we devour for hours in good company.

Sweet Corn Spoon Bread

Ingredients:

1 (8.5-ounce) package Jiffy Corn Muffin Mix

1 (14.75-ounce) can cream style corn

1 (15-ounce) can whole kernel corn, drained

1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, melted*

1 cup sour cream**

3 eggs

1/2 teaspoon salt

*I used 2 sticks. Whoops.

**I didn't measure. Double whoops.

Directions:

Preheat oven to 375 and grease 2-quart casserole dish with cooking spray. In a large bowl (or in the casserole dish), combine the ingredients and mix well. Pour mixture into casserole dish. Bake 35-40 minutes, or until set.

DEVOUR. (At the church potluck.)