If my mom didn’t like someone she always said “I hope their cornbread sticks”. Nothing hurts worse for a prideful southern woman than to have her cornbread stick. So that was my moms “curse” for anyone she didn’t like. When she passed that curse was put on me. It’s been 2 years and I haven’t had a pone of cornbread, cake, muffin, or biscuit not stick. No matter what I use. I guess it’s her way of letting me know she’s still around
And honestly I wouldn’t change it for the world!
Had to make a birthday cake for my boss
How it started:
I’ve recently been considering how I might haunt my loved ones should I die before they do and this have given me a new avenue to consider! The cake is gorgeous and I’m sure your boss was super tickled to receive it!
If a curse can be happy, it’s surely this one!
