Meat But No Bread

What's a good excuse to leave church early on a Sunday? Well, that's easy. Going home to finish up dinner of course. After singing along with the choir and shouting "Amen" to the preacher, nothing is better than coming home to hot dinner. My mom and grandma got a head start on Sunday's dinner. They let the roast sit in the crock-pot Saturday night so that all that would be left after coming home from church would be to warm the green beans, green peas, fried corn, and make the macaroni and cheese as well as the corn bread. A rule that we follow in my house is all or nothing. In other words, either all of the food is done or none of the food is done. Everything else seemed to be getting done in a timely manner. The last time that I had walked in the kitchen, my grandma was spreading the cream cheese on the macaroni. I decided to go back in my room and wait for about twenty minutes or so. I reasoned that the food would be plenty and that it would be still be warm. I came back, asking if the corn bread was done yet. "No, not yet," my mom would say so I would go back at wait some more. I came back again and asked the same question, "Not quite," my grandma answered. There is only so long that a girl can wait so I went back one final time and it was still not done! My mom told me to go ahead and make my plate and I did. My mom and grandma told me that the bread was not cooking on the inside. They started cutting the bread in the inside and it was not the golden brown color that it should have been. Instead, it was more a very light tan color. My mom was going to put the corn bread back in the oven but my grandma stopped her and pinched a piece of it and ate it. "It's done. It just doesn't have any browning to it," she said. She told us that we could still eat it, but my mom and I had second thoughts. Usually when you eat, you have meat and bread. But what's meat without bread?