> >Harold's is an Atlanta institution. It's across the highway from the >County P-Farm and you are as likely to run into the Governor as you are >the latest parole jumper lined up waiting for a bowl of *fine* Brunswick >stew, North Carolina-style barbeque, and the ultimate delicacy/depravity: >cornbread to die for. > >You can feel your arteries clogging when you chomp down on a slab. Stone >ground white cornmeal (with a touch of yellow), a little salt, leavening, >and home-rendered lard with cracklings. No sugar (shudders at the very >notion), darn little flour (if any). The best cornbread I have ever eaten. >Period. > >Catharine. It's all what you're used to, Catharine. I don't like cornbread without sugar. Love it with pinto bean soup. With navy bean soup, an onion samwich for dippin' when no one's looking. That's two slices of margarined bread with a slice of WallaWalla Sweet in the middle. It's fat-fat, but ah, well....Margaret