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Loretta’s Cornbread Dressing — The Thanksgiving Side That Has Been Set in Stone Since 1992 and Is Not Changing

Thanksgiving prep begins in earnest. I have been shopping since Monday, filling the pantry and the refrigerator and the chest freezer in the garage with the supplies for what will be the most important meal of my year. Not the biggest — homecoming was bigger. But the most important, because Thanksgiving is the meal where family gathers, and the table is the altar, and the food is the prayer, and the prayer is simple: we are here. We are together. We are grateful.

The menu is set in stone and has been since approximately 1992: turkey (brined for twenty-four hours in salt, sugar, herbs, and aromatics), ham (honey-glazed), fried chicken (because there is always fried chicken), collard greens (with smoked turkey necks), mac and cheese (three cheeses, egg custard, golden crust), candied yams (with marshmallows, which I know is controversial and I do not care), cornbread dressing (not stuffing, dressing, there is a difference and the difference matters), potato salad, cranberry sauce (from a can, and I will not apologize), deviled eggs, dinner rolls (from scratch), sweet potato pie, pound cake, peach cobbler, and banana pudding.

CJ called to confirm he is driving down Wednesday night. Destiny will be here. Marcus is here. Calvin is here. The table will be full. I have been counting chairs and plates in my head all week, the way a conductor counts instruments before the symphony begins. Every seat matters. Every plate is a person, and every person is a reason to cook.

Spent Thursday evening making the cornbread for the dressing. I make it a day ahead so it can dry out and crumble properly, because dressing made with fresh cornbread is soggy dressing and soggy dressing is a sin I will not commit. Mama taught me this. She also taught me to add sage and thyme and a little bit of sweetness to the cornbread itself, so the dressing has layers before you even add the broth and the onions and the celery. Layers matter. In dressing and in life.

I baked four pies on Saturday: two sweet potato, one peach cobbler, and one pound cake that is technically not a pie but takes up pie space on the counter and in my heart. The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and brown sugar and everything that has ever been good about November. Marcus came in and tried to cut into a sweet potato pie and I swatted his hand with a spoon and said that is for Thursday and he said Mama it is Thursday somewhere and I said not in this kitchen it is not. He grinned. He waited. He knows the rules.

The cornbread dressing is the dish I protect most fiercely—more than the pies, more than anything else on that table—because it carries Mama’s hands in every layer of it. After a week of preparation, of swatting Marcus away and holding the line on what is ready and what is not, there is something deeply satisfying about finally sitting down to write out the recipe that started it all. Here’s how I make it, the way she taught me, layers and all.

Loretta’s Cornbread Dressing

Prep Time: 30 min (plus overnight drying) | Cook Time: 50 min | Total Time: 1 hr 20 min (plus overnight) | Servings: 12

Ingredients

For the Cornbread (make the day before):

  • 2 cups yellow cornmeal
  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 tablespoon baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1 tablespoon granulated sugar
  • 1 teaspoon dried sage
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1 1/2 cups buttermilk
  • 1/3 cup vegetable oil

For the Dressing:

  • All of the day-old cornbread, crumbled (about 8 cups)
  • 1 cup diced yellow onion (about 1 medium)
  • 1 cup diced celery (about 3 stalks)
  • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, divided
  • 3 1/2 to 4 cups turkey or chicken broth, warmed
  • 2 large eggs, beaten
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons dried sage
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
  • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
  • 3/4 teaspoon kosher salt, or to taste

Instructions

  1. Bake the cornbread (day before). Preheat oven to 400°F. Grease a 9x13 inch baking dish or a 10-inch cast iron skillet. Whisk together cornmeal, flour, baking powder, salt, sugar, sage, and thyme. In a separate bowl, whisk eggs, buttermilk, and oil. Stir wet ingredients into dry until just combined. Pour into prepared pan and bake 20 to 25 minutes, until a toothpick comes out clean and the top is golden. Cool completely.
  2. Dry the cornbread overnight. Once cooled, crumble the cornbread coarsely into a large bowl or onto a sheet pan. Leave uncovered at room temperature overnight so it dries out and firms up. This step is not optional. Soggy dressing begins with fresh cornbread.
  3. Prepare the vegetables. When ready to assemble the dressing, melt 2 tablespoons butter in a skillet over medium heat. Add onion and celery and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and fragrant, about 8 to 10 minutes. Remove from heat and let cool slightly.
  4. Combine the dressing. Preheat oven to 375°F. Grease a 9x13 inch baking dish with the remaining 2 tablespoons butter (use a wrapper or pastry brush to coat the sides and bottom well). Add crumbled cornbread to a large mixing bowl. Add the sauteed onion and celery, beaten eggs, sage, thyme, pepper, and salt. Pour in 3 1/2 cups of warm broth and stir to combine. The mixture should be moist and spoonable but not soupy. Add the remaining 1/2 cup of broth a little at a time if it seems too dry.
  5. Bake. Pour the mixture into the prepared baking dish and spread evenly. Bake uncovered for 45 to 50 minutes, until the top is deep golden brown and the center is set. The edges should be slightly crisp. Let rest 10 minutes before serving.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 275 | Protein: 7g | Fat: 11g | Carbs: 37g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 570mg

Loretta Simms
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Loretta Simms
Week 27 of Loretta’s 30-year story · Birmingham, Alabama
Loretta is a fifty-six-year-old pastor's wife in Birmingham, Alabama, who has been feeding her church and her community for thirty-four years. She lost her teenage son Jeremiah in a car accident, and she cooked through the grief because that is what Loretta does — she feeds people. Every funeral, every homecoming, every Wednesday night supper. If you are hurting, Loretta will show up at your door with a casserole and she will not leave until you eat.

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