When you live in the South, you have to learn how to bake cornbread. And since the Girl has developed a taste for it, K decided it's time to add it to her repertoire.

The response from L? Squeals of delight. I suppose it's to be expected: I grew up in the South; K grew up in southern Poland; we live in the South. There's simply no escaping it.

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