I can't eat it, either but it is making me drool.
When I was a little kid, we had an old...and I mean really old, black woman who would come a time or two a week and help momma with the cleaning and cooking. She made a cracklin cornbread that would make you run head first into a tree. I have spend 55 years trying to duplicate it. Can't be done.
The whole time she was cooking or cleaning, she sang old time Gospel songs in a high clear voice. I can't hear one of those songs today without starting to slobber. Lord she was a lovely woman. So full of love and joy.
