House Cornbread
Cast-iron skillet cornbread, stone-ground yellow cornmeal, finished with a honey-butter glaze.
Cast iron. Buttermilk. Stone-ground yellow cornmeal from a Colorado mill. A glaze of honey butter brushed on the second it comes out of the oven. That is the cornbread.
Most BBQ-joint cornbread is a sheet-pan square cut from a hotel pan, baked off in the morning and reheated on the line. Ours is baked to order in twelve-inch cast-iron skillets — preheated until the butter smokes, batter poured in cold so the edges crisp on contact, into a 425F oven for twenty-two minutes. The result is the edge texture you can only get from a hot skillet: a quarter-inch lacquered crust, a steam-tender crumb underneath.
The honey butter is the second half. Local honey from a beekeeper near Black Forest, soft butter, a pinch of salt. Brushed on while the cornbread is still hot enough to absorb it. The honey glaze sets to a glossy lacquer as the skillet cools, and the sweetness lands behind the corn flavor instead of in front of it. That ordering matters — cornmeal first, butter second, honey third — and it is the reason this is the side regulars order even when they say they are not going to.
Served two ways: a small wedge for one (one-eighth of a twelve-inch skillet) or a large wedge to share. The large is the move with the smoked beans on the side — sop the beans up with the cornbread, eat the bread last with the honey lacquer melting onto the plate. That is the bite.