that's what she baked.

I had a great helper in my kitchen for all of my Thanksgiving baking, who willingly put on the typical “baking uniform” of an apron and bow (or bandana) that I always wear. My beau (or is it beaux?) took on making cornbread croutons by himself. I had cornbread croutons at a restaurant over the summer with my mother and she requested that I figure out how to make it. Thanks to the boy, they were so delicious. He used a box mix for the cornbread (Jiffy.. even though, it’s not vegetarian, but it is the best) and then the next day chopped it up into squares and then played with brushing butter and spices and baking them, moving them around and repeating.